Thats Beautiful! Sad And Beautiful," Murmured Meggie.

Weren’t All Books Ultimately Related? After All, The Same Letters Filled Them, Just Arranged In A Different Order. Which Meant That, In A Certain Way, Every Book Was Contained In Every Other!

Writing Stories Is A Kind Of Magic, Too.

Accursed, Blasted, Heartless Things [books]! Full Of Empty Promises, Full Of False Lures, Always Making You Hungry, Never Satisfying You, Never!

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

Children, They're The Same Everywhere. Greedy Little Creatures But The Best Listeners In The World - Any World. The Very Best Of All.