Only In Books Could You Find Pity,

Quite Suddenly Meggie Felt Fear Rise In Her Like Black Brackish Water, She Felt Lost, Terribly Lost, She Felt It In Every Part Of Her. She Didn't Belong Here! What Had She Done?

Writing Stories Is A Kind Of Magic, Too.

Isn't It Odd How Much Fatter A Book Gets When You've Read It Several Times?

What A Plague Love Is!

Thats Beautiful! Sad And Beautiful," Murmured Meggie. Why Were Sad Stories Often So Beautiful? It Was Different In Real Life.