Many [book] even lay flat in the floor open. Their spines upward. Elinor couldn't bear to look! Didn't the monster know that was the way to break a book's neck?

Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.

She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through.

Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away

What was a slap for ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real life instead of the monotony that other people called the real world?

Weren’t all books ultimately related? After all, the same letters filled them, just arranged in a different order. Which meant that, in a certain way, every book was contained in every other!

Farid had brought an invisible guest with him. Fear.