The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.

It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere.

"I liked the feeling of love," [Jonas] confessed. He glanced nervously at the speaker on the wall, reassuring himself that no one was listening. "I wish we still had that," he whispered. "Of course," he added quickly, "I do understand that it wouldn't work very well. And that it's much better to be organized the way we are now. I can see that it was a dangerous way to live." [...] "Still," he said slowly, almost to himself, "I did like the light they made. And the warmth."

The writer after all is only half the book, the other half is the reader.

It is much easier to be brave if you do not know everything.

There is something about that moment, when literature becomes accessible, and a door of the world opens.

Kids deserve the right to think that they can change the world.