They walked back into the world together, wearing the gift that had been given them: just life. Pity was not love, Barbie reflected...but if you were a child, giving clothes to someone who was naked had to be a step in the right direction.

Books and movies are like apples and oranges. They both are fruit, but taste completely different.

What we like to think of ourselves and what we really are rarely have much in common.

Kids, fiction is the truth inside the lie, and the truth of this fiction is simple enough: the magic exists.

He didn’t know if that was really true or not, but he discovered something which was tremendously liberating: he didn’t care. He was very tired of thinking and thinking and still not knowing. He was also tired of being frightened, like a man who has entered a cave on a lark and now begins to suspect he is lost. Stop thinking about it, then. That’s the solution.

No one ever really pays for betrayal in silver....The price of any betrayal always comes due in flesh.

What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings, and that's neveer a good sign.