She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn’t taste bad, but she was still unhappy.

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?

believe me. Sometimes when life looks to be at its grimmest, there's a light hidden at the heart of things. Clive Barker, Abarat

Everyone is small at night.

A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.

I prefer a story that has the good sense to stay on the page where it belongs. - Elinor

There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.