Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done?

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

I don't like to eat the same dish every day, so I read very different things.

The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.

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

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