Stories never really end.. Even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.
Cornelia Funke
Some books should be tasted, some devoured, but only a few should be chewed and digested thoroughly.
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Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them.
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So what? All writers are lunatics!
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There was another reason [she] took her books whenever they went away. They were her home when she was somewhere strange. They were familiar voices, friends that never quarreled with her, clever, powerful friends -- daring and knowledgeable, tried and tested adventurers who had traveled far and wide. Her books cheered her up when she was sad and kept her from being bored
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It [the book] was spinning a magic spell around her heart, sticky as a spider's web and enchantingly beautiful.
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So Mo began filling the silence with words. He lured them out of the pages as if they had only been waiting for his voice, words long and short, words sharp and soft, cooing, purring words. They danced through the room, painting stained glass pictures, tickling the skin. Even when Meggie nodded off she could still hear them, although Mo had closed the book long ago. Words that explained the world to her, its dark side and its light side, words that built a wall to keep out bad dreams. And not a single bad dream came over that wall for the rest of the night.
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Books are like flypaper, memories cling to the printed pages better than anything else.
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Book have to be heavy because the whol world's inside them.
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The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness - and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.
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This book taught me, once and for all, how easily you can escape this world with the help of words! You can find friends between the pages of a book, wonderful friends.
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It's a good idea to have your own books with you in a strange place
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Quando ti porti dietro un libro" le aveva rivelato Mo quando Meggie ci aveva messo dentro il primo "avviene qualcosa di straordinario: le sue pagine raccoglieranno i tuoi ricordi. E un giorno ti baster? Risfogliarle per tornare con il pensiero al luogo dove le hai lette per la prima volta: le immagini, gli odori, il gelato che ti eri gustata.. Credimi, i libri sono un po' come la carta moschicida: a nient'altro i ricordi restano attaccati come alla carta stampata.
I libri la rincuoravano quando era triste e scacciavano la noia mentre Mo tagliava, rilegava, incollava pagine ormai logore, rese fragili da anni e anni d'uso sotto le innumerevoli dita che le avevano sfogliate.
Depose sul tavolo la cartella in cui teneva i risguardi da inserire prima del frontespizio e prese a sfogliarli con aria assente. "Ogni libro dovrebbe cominciare con una pagina vuota" aveva detto una volta a Meggie. "Meglio se scura: rosso scuro, blu scuro, a seconda del colore della copertina. Quando apri il libro, è come se fossi a teatro. Il sipario copre il palcoscenico. Tu lo tiri da parte e ha inizio la rappresentazione."
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