Killing Is Easy," Said Mo, "dying Is

Stories Never Really End...even If The Books Like To Pretend They Do. Stories Always Go On. They Don't End On The Last Page, Any More Than They Begin On The First Page.

It Was Much Easier For Him Now That He Was Smaller To Negotiate His Way Through His Crammed Shop But He Still Tried To Swagger Past The Shelves Like He Used To In The Past. The Attempt Looked So Strange That Scipio Started To Mimic Him Behind His Back. "what's The Silly Giggling About?" Barbarossa Asked When Prosper And Renzo Bust Out Laughing.

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

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.

A Reader Doesn't Really See The Characters In A Story; He Feels Them.