In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.

This wasn't food - it was what food became if it had been good and gone to food heaven.

The thief, as will become apparent, was a special type of thief. This thief was an artist of theft. Other thieves merely stole everything that was not nailed down, but this thief stole the nails as well.

People were stupid, sometimes. They thought the Library was a dangerous place because of all the magical books, which was true enough, but what made it really one of the most dangerous places there could ever be was the simple fact that it was a library.

The important thing about adventures, thought Mr. Bunnsy, was that they shouldn't be so long as to make you miss mealtimes.

But then science is nothing but a series of questions that lead to more questions.

I taught myself more in the library than school taught me.