But those coins are wishes! You’re stealing other people’s wishes!” The look Matteo gave her was so flinty, she could have chipped a tooth on it. “If you have money to waste on wishes, you don’t need the wishes as badly as I need the money.
It's like eight thousand birds, Charles! Charles! Isn't it like eight thousand birds?
But it's a ! You're a !" "Your powers of observation are formidable," said Charles. "You are a credit to your optician.
Books crowbar the world open for you.
Only weak thinkers do not love the sky.
It is difficult to believe extraordinary things.
He was thirty-six years old, and six foot three. He spoke English to people and French to cats, and Latin to the birds. He had once nearly killed himself trying to read and ride a horse at the same time.
I do, I’m afraid, understand books far more readily than I understand people. Books are so easy to get along with.
Perhaps, she thought, that’s what love does. It’s not there to make you feel special. It’s to make you brave. It was like a ration pack in the desert, she thought, like a box of matches in a dark wood. Love and courage, thought Sophie—two wor...
You have been the great green adventure of my life. Without you my days would be unlit.
Governments can do both great and stupid things.
Let me introduce you. Sophie, this is Miss Eliot, from the National Childcare Agency. Miss Eliot, this is Sophie, from the ocean.
It's like they've forgotten everything important, isn't it? I mean, forgotten things like cats and dancing exist.
Sometimes it seemed difficult for the adults in Sophie's life to tell between 'carried away' and 'absolutely correct but unbelieved.
