“Dustfinger still clearly remembered the feeling of being in love for the first time. How vulnerable his heart had suddenly been! Such a trembling, quivering thing, happy and miserably unhappy at once.”

“Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.”

“Dustfinger inspected his reddened fingers and felt the taut skin. He might tell me how my story ends, he murmured. Meggie looked at him in astonishment. You mean you dont know? Dustfinger smiled. M...”

“He hablado ex profeso con el viento -anunci-, pues hay una cosa que debes saber: cuando el viento se obstina en jugar con el fuego, ni yo mismo puedo domearlo. Pero me ha dado su palabra de honor d...”

“You know, it's a funny thing about writers. Most people don't stop to think of books being written by people much like themselves. They think that writers are all dead long ago--they don't expect t...”

“As Mo had said: writing stories is a kind of magic, too.”

“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”

“The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.”

“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”