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1 " The librarian took this all in, standing by the fire and observing the children for a while, letting the silence be. Somehow, it didn’t feel awkward, the way silences often do. Perhaps librarians are more used to quiet than most. "
― Kate Albus , A Place to Hang the Moon
2 " Besides which, I really ought to send her a book instead. Though she’s not much of a reader.” She paused. “Evidence as to her character. "
3 " The librarian chuckled. “I suppose there are rather a lot of orphan stories out there.” “Why do grown-ups write so many of them?” William asked. “I hadn’t really thought about it,” Mrs. Müller confessed. “Perhaps they think children fancy the notion of living on their own, without adults to tell them what to do. It’s quite daft, if you think about it, isn’t it? "
4 " It is often the case that, at times of great anxiety, when the diversion of a good story should seem most welcome, one is least equipped to focus one’s mind on reading. "
5 " The first words of a new book are so delicious—like the first taste of a cookie fresh from the oven and not yet properly cooled. "
6 " Fibs, you must know, are entirely acceptable when they serve the purpose of getting one to the library. "
7 " Their pages spoke of the past, a reminder that the battered old world had whirred for a very long time indeed, and that even his latest buffeting would likely be withstood. "
8 " A librarian seemed a good sort of friend to have. "
9 " The very idea. To pick just one favorite book seemed impossible as - well, as finding a family through a mass wartime evacuation. But there you have it. "
10 " Edmund, though he would never admit it, was prone to motion sickness and was just hoping he wouldn’t have to ask the solicitor to pull the car to the side of the road. "
11 " To the left was a parlor with an arrangement of tufted chairs. No bookcase, Anna noticed. She supposed bookcases were not necessarily requirements of good parents. "
12 " Inside, the children were greeted by the sort of cool and reverent silence known only to places that house books- well, and perhaps artwork and religious artifacts. Mismatched bookcases stood back to back and side to side, making raucously wobbly passageways of words. "
13 " This sort of love, the children knew only from one another- and from books. "
14 " William, Edmund, and Anna knew, somewhere deep in the place where we know things that we cannot say aloud, that they had never lived in the sort of home one reads about in stories - one of warmth and affection and certainty in the knowledge that someone believes you hung the moon. "
15 " Mrs. Müller’s eyes sparkled. “I believe it was the poet, Mr. Yeats, who said that the world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper? "
