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.
And my father always took me to the library. We were both book addicts.
Nothing chased nightmares away faster than the rustle of printed paper.
Every German child learns to speak English in school.
Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened. He was home again.
But after all, the villains are the salt in the soup of a story.