How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words.

There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.

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.

I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.

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

The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness - and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.

Children, they're the same everywhere. Greedy little creatures but the best listeners in the world - any world. The very best of all.