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81 " I am like a goldsmith hammering day and night Just so I can extend pain Into a gold ornament as thin as a cicada’s wing Xi Murong, "
― Cornelia Funke , Inkspell (Inkworld, #2)
82 " Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horseWithout a rider on a road at night.The mind sits listening and hears it pass. Wallace Stephens, "
83 " Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It’s only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes – if necessary – brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must. "
84 " Books in beach clothes,” Mo called them, “badly dressed for most occasions but useful when you’re on vacation. "
85 " It was far easier to believe in unhappiness than happiness. "
86 " The blue of my eyes was extinguished tonight The red gold of my heart Georg Trakl,‘By Night’,Poems "
87 " I once knew an old man who used to tell stories at night by the fire. Stories about paradise. This is how he described it: carpets of moss, pools of cool water, flowers and sweet berries everywhere, trees growing up to the sky, and the voices of their leaves speaking to the wind above you. Can you hear them? "
88 " It was good to have your books with you in strange places. "
89 " Some come here to wait for death, others for life to begin at last, others again live only on the stories they are told. "
90 " Don’t let it worry you, not being able to speak,’ Dustfinger had often told her. ‘People tend not to listen anyway, right? "
91 " They were here already, all of them: Dustfinger and Capricorn, Basra and Roxane, Minerva, Violante, the Adderhead...you merely wrote their story, but they didn’t like it, and now they’re writing it for themselves. "
92 " And then her voice could help this story to find a good ending at last. "
93 " She still believed in words so much. Farid believed in other things: his knife, in courage and cunning. And friendship. "
94 " They’re all cruel,’ he said. ‘The world I come from, the world you come from, and this one too. Maybe people don’t see the cruelty in your world straight away, it’s better hidden, but it’s there all the same. "
95 " We make for your sake such things as stand fast,Through the ages these pages forever will last.On blank paper the printer sets down what is heardGiving life to what’s rife with the power of the word. Michael Kongehl,‘On the White Art’,Die Weisse und die Schwarze Kunst "
96 " They let him in without a word, their prince’s poet, the man who put their world in ink words, and had made it out of words. "
97 " She and the writer got together to change this story for the better. "
98 " Darkness always had its part to play. Without it, how would we know when we walked in the light? It’s only when its ambitions become too grandiose that it must be opposed, disciplined, sometimes — if necessary — brought down for a time. Then it will rise again, as it must. Clive Barker, Abarat "
99 " And these hands here don’t want to write anymore! I’m afraid of words, Meggie! Once they were like honey, now they’re poison, pure poison! But what is a writer who doesn’t love words anymore? What have I come to? This story is devouring me, crushing me, and I’m its creator! "
100 " What happened to a book that disappeared into its own story? "