"A world of so many pages, Silvertongue, so very many pages, and I want to write my name on every one of them."
-Inkheart, Cornelia Funke
Sunday, July 31, 2011
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Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Dagbert frowned. "It's hard to keep stories to yourself," he murmured.
Charlie almost felt sorry for him. "Well, you won't get away with it a second time. Matron's told you now, so you'll have to keep your stories bottled up."
"Yes, I will," Dagbert said pensively. "Imagine. Stories in a bottle." Not for the first time Charlie wondered what was going on in Dagbert's head.
-Charlie Bone and the Beast, Jenny Nimmo
Thursday, July 14, 2011
"It was no dream," Taran urged, "but the life you know; your own life, not a shadow that vanishes with the sun. Indeed, you went to the highest branch. It snapped, as I feared it would."
"How should anyone know someone else's dream?" said Eilonwy, as though speaking to herself. "Yes, it broke and I was falling. There was someone below who caught me. Could it have been an Assistant Pig-Keeper? I wonder what has become of him?"
"He is here now," Taran said quietly. "He has long sought you and in ways he himself didn't know. Now that he has found you, can you not find your path back to him?"
-The Castle of Llyr, Lloyd Alexander
Monday, July 11, 2011
"Nothing like a bond, is there, dear old fellow. You and I. You and I. Who the devil are you, by the way?"
"My name is Hastings."
"You don't say so. Now I could have sworn you were a chap called Spencer Jones. Dear old Spencer Jones. Met him at the Eton and Harrow and borrowed a fiver from him. What I say is one face is very like another face--that's what I say. If we were a lot of Chinese we wouldn't know each other apart."
-Thirteen at Dinner, Agatha Christie
(previously published as 'Lord Edgeware Dies')
Friday, July 08, 2011
"Right y'are, Bella marm, y'know what I always say: 'Apples is ripe when they're ready,/ When pears is ripe they'll fall,/ What must happen will happen,/ Or it won't happen at all!'"
-Outcast of Redwall, Brian Jacques
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
'Don't turn your back on me, lamplighter,' he said. 'Daddy's not here to look after his precious little boy any more-remember?'
'I remember,' muttered Nate, his eyes blazing. Beside him, the underbiters hurriedly finished their breakfast and, climbing from the bench, made themselves scarce.
Rudd placed his bowl down on the table and, stepping calmly forward, took Nate's from his trembling fingers and placed it down alongside his own.
'Maybe not, Thuggbutt," said Rudd coolly. "But I am."
-The Immortals, Paul Stewart & Chris Riddell