I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking a pair of scissors and cutting it up.

Why could she remember nothing but stories of frightened people when Capricorn looked at her? She usually found it so easy to escape somewhere else, to get right inside the minds of people and animals who existed only on paper, so why not now? Because she was afraid. "Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them.

Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.

Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.

If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.