The night swallowed him up like a thieving fox.

This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends.

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

The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.

Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?

a book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.

From the tower battlements, Dustfinger looked down on a lake as black as night, where the reflection of the castle swam in a sea of stars. The wind passing over his unscarred face was cold from the snow of the surrounding mountains, and Dustfinger relished life as if he were tasting it for the first time. The longing it brought, and the desire. All the bitterness, all the sweetness, even if it was only for a while, never for more than a while, everything gained and lost, lost and found again.