Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness.

Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.

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.

I like to visit my horse, have a walk with my dog.

Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life.

Read – and be curious. And if somebody says to you: 'Things are this way. You can't change it' - don't believe a word.

The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness - and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.