I like to visit my horse, have a walk with my dog.

Many [book] even lay flat in the floor open. Their spines upward. Elinor couldn't bear to look! Didn't the monster know that was the way to break a book's neck?

She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?

Nothing chased nightmares away faster than the rustle of printed paper.

I will try to write books until I drop dead.

She had found him and was bringing back his thanks. Nor did she forget to mention that he had assured her that she was indeed the most beautiful fairy he had ever set eyes on.

How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.