My grandmother told stories; she was very good at that.

I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.

Didn't books say that too: that there is always price to pay for happiness?

If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.

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?

Every reader knows about the feeling that characters in books seem more real than real people.

Is there anything in the world better than words on the page? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building blocks to make wonderful worlds better than this one, comforters, companions in loneliness. Keepers of secrets, speakers of the truth...all those glorious words.