There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.

If anyone had been paying attention to the signs, they would have realized that air turns white when things are about to change, that paper cuts mean there's more to what's written on the page than meets the eye, and that birds are always out to protect you from things you don't see.

When you have to do something, you have to do it. Putting it off only makes it worse. Believe me, I know.

He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.

She accepted it from then on. Books liked her. Books wanted to look after her.

Magic is what we invent when we want something we think we cant have.

That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.