When You Open A Book It's Like

My Grandmother Told Stories; She Was Very Good At That.

The Night Belongs To Beasts Of Prey, And Always Has. It's Easy To Forget That When You're Indoors, Protected By Light And Solid Walls.

No Prince Had Lived In Those Wretched Hovels, No Red-robed Bishops, Only Farmers And Laborers Whose Stories No One Had Written Down, And Now They Were Lost, Buried Under Wild Thyme And Fast Growing Spurge.

What On Earth Have You Packed In Here? Bricks?" Asked Mo As He Carried Meggie's Book-box Out Of The House. You're The One Who Says Books Have To Be Heavy Because The Whole World's Inside Them," Said Meggie.

I Just Did A Picture Book Called The Wildest Brother On Earth, And You Will Find Both Of My Children In There.