We're all liars when it serves our purpose.

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.

Stories never really end...even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.

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

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

Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness and love.

Don't let it worry you, not being able to speak,'Dustfinger had often told her. 'People tend not to listen anyway, right?