She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through.

I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there.

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

The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.

When the heart craved something so forcefully, then reason became nothing but helpless observer.

Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.

Down there the nights are bright and nobody believes in the Devil.