the sly smile hides the broken heart

My children were all made from paper and printer's ink...

Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?

Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them.

Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.

And there stood Basta with his foot already on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it was the target he had been aiming for all along: Dustfinger’s heart, his stupid heart. It broke in two as he held Farid in his arms, it simply broke in two, although he had taken such good care of it all these years.