Sometimes witches merit saving. Quite often, actually. You'd be surprised.

She looks at me. She does. She.

A book… it’s a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while.

We sure as ruddy heck ain't in Prentisstown no more," I say to Manchee under my breath.

Knowledge is dangerous." ~pg 53

I don’t know what’s ahead,” I say. “I don’t know nothing about nothing but whatever it is, it’s gotta be better than what’s behind. It’s gotta be.

We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.