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

The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.

The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.

In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?

And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts.

Words were useless. At times, they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The heart is as silent as a fish, however much the tongue tries to give it a voice.

Believe, believe, believe