Every German Child Learns To Speak English

Books Are Like Flypaper, Memories Cling To The Printed Pages Better Than Anything Else.

They Wouldn't Tell Scipio How Much Of The Counterfeit Cash Was Left Since, As Riccio Put It, 'you're A Detective Now, After All.

She Pressed Her Hand Against Her Chest. No Heart. So Where Did The Love She Felt Come From?

Isn't It Odd How Much Fatter A Book Gets When You've Read It Several Times?" Mo Had Said..."as If Something Were Left Between The Pages Every Time You Read It. Feelings, Thoughts, Sounds, Smells...and Then, When You Look At The Book Again Many Years Later, You Find Yourself There, Too, A Slightly Younger Self, Slightly Different, As If The Book Had Preserved You Like A Pressed Flower...both Strange And Familiar.

Mo Could Paint Pictures In The Empty Air With His Voice Alone.