Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away

What's the matter princess? Do you know the end of your story?

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

Weren’t all books ultimately related? After all, the same letters filled them, just arranged in a different order. Which meant that, in a certain way, every book was contained in every other!

Is there anything in the world better than words on the page? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building blocks to make wonderful worlds better than this one, comforters, companions in loneliness. Keepers of secrets, speakers of the truth...all those glorious words.

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.

The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.