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…глядя на красивое лицо, гораздо легче верится в благородные намерения.

Fire and water, he said, don't really mix. You could say they're incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.

But after all, the villains are the salt in the soup of a story.

What are stories for if we don't learn from them?

“This world,' she said. 'Do you really like it?'

What a question! Farid never asked himself such things. He was glad to be with Dustfinger again and didn't mind where that was.

It's a cruel world, don't you think?' Meggie went on. 'Mo often told me I forget how cruel it is too easily.'

With his burned fingers, Farid stroke her fair hair. It shone even in the dark. 'They're all cruel,' he said. 'The world I come from, the world you come from, and this one, too. Maybe the people don't see the cruelty in your world right away, it's better hidden, but it's there all the same.”

“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.”

Once imagination turns to reality things feel quite different.

...a paperback. "Books in beach clothes," Mo called them, "badly dressed for most occasions, but useful when you're on holiday."

Books don't stop existing just because their authors have died, do they?

Odd that your heart didn't simply stop when it hurt so much.