Book: Inkheart

Sometimes it is helpful to come into a rage if you don't know how to overcome the pain.

Every fantasy story can become a reality...

Please, - she whispered, opening the book, - get me out of here at least for an hour, please.

If someone steals a book or does not return their borrowed time, let them turn the book in his hands at the creeping reptile, and enough of his shock, and numb all its members. And Yes, he will shout loudly, asking for mercy, and let not the agony of its end. Let bookworms gnaw his entrails, and the last sentence will be eternal Hell fire.

I'd like to know why read about adventures more pleasant than to get into them.

I love to walk at night. This is more to my liking, the world becomes different. Deserted, quiet and mysterious.

Only the trouble is known, what material you're made of. I always thought that made of oak, but it turned out that some other wood, as pliable as wax. Should any heathens to play with a knife in front of your nose, and is rained chips...

Time passed very slowly, as happens whenever, with bated breath, waiting for something.

Is there anything more beautiful letters? Magic signs, the voices of the dead, building stones wonderful worlds... And what's more: signs-comforters, saviors from loneliness. Keepers of secrets, heralds of truth.

Fear kills everything. Mind, heart, and imagination - and even more so.

The magic comes from books.

But it turns out that the best thing about the books is that they can always be close when you want.

Libraries always have no money.

Only books can be saved, only they can find compassion, comfort and love... Books, without demanding anything in return, I love everyone who opens them. They never leave even those who don't care about them.