Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.
Wicked people never have time for reading. It’s one of the reasons for their wickedness.
Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.
Reading is one form of escape. Running for your life is another.
Everyone should be able to do one card trick, tell two jokes, and recite three poems, in case they are ever trapped in an elevator.
I suppose I’ll have to add the force of gravity to my list of enemies.
If you are allergic to a thing, it is best not to put that thing in your mouth, particularly if the thing is cats.
A good library will never be too neat, or too dusty, because somebody will always be in it, taking books off the shelves and staying up late reading them.
When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.
All the secrets of the world are contained in books. Read at your own risk.
It is one of life’s bitterest truths that bedtime so often arrives just when things are really getting interesting.
Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.
Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.