Nobody loves only once.

Sometimes it's a good thing we don't remember things half as well as books do.

The books in Mo and Meggie's house were stacked under tables, on chairs, in the corners of the rooms. There where books in the kitchen and books in the lavatory. Books on the TV set and in the closet, small piles of books, tall piles of books, books thick and thin, books old and new. They welcomed Meggie down to breakfast with invitingly opened pages; they kept boredom at bay when the weather was bad. And sometimes you fall over them.

When you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and the show begins.

What a plague love is!

The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus

Writing stories is a kind of magic, too.