Чернильное сердце

Книги, ничего не требуя взамен, любят каждого, кто их открывает.

Thats beautiful! Sad and beautiful," murmured Meggie. Why were sad stories often so beautiful? It was different in real life

All writers are insane!

Her curiosity was too much for her. She felt almost as if she could hear the books whispering on the other side of the half-open door. They were promising her a thousand unknown stories, a thousand doors into worlds she had never seen before.

The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.

If you take a book with you on a journey," Mo had said when he put the first one in her box, "an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it... yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.

Every book should begin with attractive endpapers. Preferably in a dark colour: dark red or dark blue, depending on the binding. When you open the book it's like going to the theatre. First you see the curtain. Then it's pulled aside and the show begins.

Never develop a passion you can't afford. It'll eat your heart away like a bookworm.

You are usually alone in nightmares, dreadfully alone.

— За Дремучим Лесом — Белый Свет, а это уже ни тебя, ни меня не касается. Я там никогда не был и никогда не буду, и ты там никогда не будешь, если в тебе есть хоть капелька здравого смысла.
К. Грэм. Ветер в ивах
(перевод И. Токмаковой)