Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.

Sometimes, when you’re sad you don’t know what to do, it helps to be angry. But then the tears come back again all the same, and you fall asleep with the salty taste of them on your lips.

There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.

Hey, don't take this the wrong way, but don't come back, ok?

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

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

Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?