Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!

a book always keeps something of its owner between its pages.

Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on - developing and changing like our own world.

If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in.

I live in Hamburg; that's in the north. And I live on the outskirts of town. It looks like countryside.

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?

I like to visit my horse, have a walk with my dog.