Fire and water," he said, "don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.

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

My dear Elinor, you were obviously born into the wrong story,” said Dustfinger at last.

The heart was a weak, changeable thing, bent on nothing but love, and there could be no more fatal mistake than to make it your master. Reason must be in charge. It comforted you for the heart's foolishness, it sang mocking songs about love, derided it as a whim of nature, transient as flowers. So why did she still keep following her heart?

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?

Neither Goyl nor men lived long enough to understand that yesterday was born of tomorrow, just as tomorrow was born of yesterday.

perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.