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21 " How fast the ears learned to tell what sounds meant, much faster than it took the eyes to decipher written words. "
― Cornelia Funke , Inkdeath (Inkworld, #3)
22 " A longing for books [is] nothing compared with what you [can] feel for human beings. The books [tell] you about that feeling. The books [speak] of love, and it [is] wonderful to listen to them, but they [are] no substitute for love itself. "
23 " A story is a labyrinth, it looks as if there were several ways to go, but only one is right, and there's a nasty surprise ready to punish you for every false step. "
24 " What was a slap for ten pages of escapism, ten pages far from everything that made him unhappy, ten pages of real life instead of the monotony that other people called the real world? "
25 " Belive you me, this maze is a labrinth! "
26 " Orpheus. Had the name he had taken ever suited him better? But he would be wilier than the singer whose name he had stolen. He would indeed. He would send another man into the realm of Death in the Fire-Dancer's place-and he'd make sure that he didn't come back. "
27 " How ridiculous that water ran out of your eyes when your heart hurt. Tragic heroines in books tended to be amazingly beautiful. Not a word about swollen eyes or a red nose. "Crying always gives me a red nose," thought Elinor. "I expect that's why I'll never be in any book. "
28 " Meggie looked up at the dense thicket of branches. She had never set eyes on a tree like it before. The bark was reddish brown, but as rough as the bark of an oak, and the trunk did not branch until high up in the tree, although it had so many bulges that you could find footholds and handholds everywhere. In some places huge tree fungi formed platforms. Hollows gaped in the towering trunk, and crevices full of feathers showed that human beings were not the only creatures to have nested in this tree. "
29 " Mortimer!" Orpheus produced a derisive smile, although with some difficulty. "Is your head buried so deep in your wine jug that you don't know what's going on in this world of yours? He's not doing any reading now. The bookbinder prefers to play the outlaw these days - the role you created especially for him. "
30 " That was what made fighting so easy - you could always choose death rather than captivity. "
31 " One day God felt he ought to give his workshop a spring-clean…. It was amazing what ragged bits and pieces came out from under his workbench as he swept. Beginnings of creatures, bits that looked useful but had seemed wrong, ideas that he’d mislaid and forgotten…. There was even a tiny lump of sun. He scratched his head. What could be done with all this rubbish? Ted Hughes, “Leftovers,” from The Dreamfighter "
32 " But his heart, strangely enough, told him something else. "
33 " Nothing was more cruel than a heart made of flesh and blood, because it knew what gives pain. "
34 " She was beginning to miss him when he wasn't near. "
35 " So often it is words or pictures that first tell us what we long for. "
36 " After all, that was what you wanted from books: great emotions you'd never felt yourself, pain you could leave behind by closing the book if it got too bad. Death and destruction felt deliciously real conjured up with the right words, and you could leave them behind between the pages as you pleased, at no cost or risk to yourself. "
37 " In love. [Her] face was burning. She didn't want [him] to say what she herself never put into words. In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt? "
38 " She'd fallen in love with the wrong boy. But when did love ever bother about that? "
39 " The stars shone down on her like flowers made of light, and their beauty hurt her weary heart. "
40 " Why such haste? For a foolish hope? Why did his heart always insist on believing that there was a light in all the darkness? "