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

What a plague love is!

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

Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?

My son always says I like very weird music.

The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal. The ticking of a clock. The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room. All was drowned by its silence. But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.

We all know what fun it can be to get right into a book and live there for a while, but falling out of a story and suddenly finding yourself in this world doesn't seem to be much fun at all.