Doon was touched. Kenny looked like a tiny little wisp, but there was something strong inside him. --People of Sparks--

She realized all at once that Doon, thin, dark eyed Doon, with his troublesome temper and his terrible brown jacket, and his good heart---- was the person she knew better than anyone now. He was her best friend. --City of Ember--

Why, if its going to be allright, do we see it getting worse every day?

Poppy was now almost well. She still slept more than usual, but when she wasn't sleeping she tromped around the doctor's house pulling spoons off the table and spilling cups of water and crumpling pages of books. That is, she was almost her old self.

Remember the city, the city remember Where treasure is hidden under the ground The city, the city, always remember That's where the treasure will be found.

What could be more interesting than thinking of mysterious happenings, finding the answers to intriguing questions, and making up new worlds?

It would be something that another person had written down without understanding its significance; just a sentence or two that would be like a flash of light.