There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.

All books are in safe hands with me. They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well. I keep the sunlight away from their pages, I dust and protect them from hungry hookworms and grubby human fingers.

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.

Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating.

The spoken word is nothing. It hardly lives longer than an insect! Only the written word is eternal. - Balbulus

Ten minutes can be a long time when you're waiting with a beating heart for something you don't understand, something you don't really want to know.

In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?