The Truth's Not Pretty Of Course. No

I Wish You Luck,' She Said, Kissing Him On The Cheek. He Still Had The Most Beautiful Eyes Of Any Boy She'd Ever Seen. But Now Her Heart Beat So Much Faster For Someone Else.

So What? All Writers Are Lunatics!

The Book She Had Been Reading Was Under Her Pillow, Pressing Its Cover Against Her Ear As If To Lure Her Back Into Its Printed Pages.

You Know What They Say: When People Start Burning Books They'll Soon Burn Human Beings.

I Always Thought It Hadn't Influenced Me Very Much, But I Heard From Many People From England That Many Motives From German Fairytales Are To Be Found In My Books.