«Чернильная смерть» kitabından alıntılar, sayfa 19
Ветер потоками мрака хлестал по верхушкам крон.
Луна в облаках мелькала, как призрачный галеон.
Дорога змеей серебрилась на лоне пурпурных болот,
И скачет разбойник снова,
Он скачет и скачет снова,
Вот прискакал он снова к таверне и встал у ворот.
Альфред Нойес. Разбойник
Слышишь, мимо нас во мгле
Ночь прошелестела?
Лампа на моем столе
Как сверчок запела.
А на полке — корешки
Радужной раскраски
Словно зыбкие мостки
В мир волшебной сказки.
Райнер Мария Рильке.
Because it must be exciting in that other world, much more exciting than in his own…
Children know at once when something's wrong. They are used to having to guess what grown-ups don't tell them.
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!
A reader doesn't really see the characters in a story; he feels them.
Damn it, that was the trouble with children – they were always asking the very questions you so carefully avoided yourself. And then they gave the very answers you didn't want to hear!
She'd fallen in love with the wrong boy. But when did love ever bother about that?
Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating.
... the armchair in the library where you could sit and visit strange worlds without getting lost in them.
