Of course I loved books more than people.

Boys do not leave their boyhood behind when they leave off their school uniform.

But she had that laugh, and the sound of it was so beautiful that when you heard it, it was as if your eyes saw her through your ears and she was transformed.

Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times.

The hours between eight in the evening and one or two in the morning have always been my magic hours. Against the blue candlewick bedspread the white pages of my open book, illuminated by a circle of lamplight, were the gateway to another world.

I've nothing against people who love truth. Apart from the fact that they make dull companions.

In this cruel world kindness should always be repaid.