A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.

Nothing chased nightmares away faster than the rustle of printed paper.

-You forgot something important! -What? -It's under my sweater! -WHAT?! -Me!

They wouldn't tell Scipio how much of the counterfeit cash was left since, as Riccio put it, 'You're a detective now, after all.

My wife loves written words ... you know, words that stick to parchment and paper like dead flies, and it seems my father felt the same - but I want to hear words! Remember that when you are looking for the right words: You must ask yourself what they SOUND like! Glowing with passion, dark with sorrow, sweet with love, that's what I want. - Cosimo

What's that sticky stuff called? Basta: Duct tape. Yes, duct tape. I love duct tape.

He flung his arms around her neck, but only once he saw Silvertoungue's back was turned. He never knew with fathers. "I'll save him, Meggie!" he wispered in her ear. "I'll bring Dustfinger back. This story will have a happy ending.I swear!