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

What's that sticky stuff called? Basta: Duct tape. Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.

You know a great many things in dreams, often despite the evidence of your eyes. You just know them.

Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?

I like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young.

If you take a book with you on a journey," Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, "an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it... yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.

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