You really don't understand the first thing about writing...for one thing, early in the morning is the worst possible time. the brain is like a wet sponge at that hour. And for another, real writing is a question of staring into space and waiting for the right ideas.

Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.

Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.

I'm perfectly happy to know the world at secondhand. It's a lot safer.

Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such a trembling, quivering thing, happy and miserably unhappy at once.

Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life.