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!

Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating.

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!

So what? All writers are lunatics!

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

When the heart craved something so forcefully, then reason became nothing but helpless observer.

Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.