If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.

Belinda stared into the fire for some time, thinking about what she had in her life, and what she had given up; and whether it would be worse to love someone who was no longer there, or not to love someone who was.

It is neither fair nor unfair, Nobody Owens. It simply is

Libraries are our friends.

You've a good heart. Sometimes that's enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it's not.

I was the kind of person who knew what he wanted to do; I wanted to write, I wanted not to be in school, and I felt that university would just be spending another four years of my life before I could write.

Her other mother smiled brightly and the hair on her head drifted like plants under the sea.