My children were all made from paper and printer's ink.

If I was a book, I would like to be a library book, so I would be taken home by all different sorts of kids.

Mo could paint pictures in the empty air with his voice alone.

Quite suddenly Meggie felt fear rise in her like black brackish water, she felt lost, terribly lost, she felt it in every part of her. She didn't belong here! What had she done?

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

Every reader knows about the feeling that characters in books seem more real than real people.

Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.