Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?

Read – and be curious. And if somebody says to you: 'Things are this way. You can't change it' - don't believe a word.

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

Down there the nights are bright and nobody believes in the Devil.

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.

This world,' she said. 'Do you really like it?' What a question! Farid never asked himself such things. He was glad to be with Dustfinger again and didn't mind where that was. It's a cruel world, don't you think?' Meggie went on. 'Mo often told me I forget how cruel it is too easily.' With his burned fingers, Farid stroke her fair hair. It shone even in the dark. 'They're all cruel,' he said. 'The world I come from, the world you come from, and this one, too. Maybe the people don't see the cruelty in your world right away, it's better hidden, but it's there all the same.

Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them.