Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?

I prefer a story that has the good sense to stay on the page where it belongs. - Elinor

The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.

We all know what fun it can be to get right into a book and live there for a while, but falling out of a story and suddenly finding yourself in this world doesn't seem to be much fun at all.

She read and read and read, but she was stuffing herself with the letters on the page like an unhappy child stuffing itself with chocolate. They didn’t taste bad, but she was still unhappy.

I remember the feeling. Whenever my father got so absorbed in a book that we might have been in visible I felt like taking a pair of scissors and cutting it up.

Believe, believe, believe