She had the feeling that the door was looking at her, which she knew was silly, and knew on a deeper level was somehow true.

Any view of things that is not strange, is false.

A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.

Any way, death is so final, isn't it? "Is it?" asked Richard. "Sometimes," said the marquis de Carabas. And they went down.

Adults should not weep, I knew. They did not have mothers who would comfort them.

You must have a bladder like Lake Erie. I think empires rose and fell in the time it took you to pee. I could hear it the whole time." Thank you. Do you want something?

Bod was thrilled. He imagined a future in which he could read everything, in which all stories could be opened and discovered.