25 Quotes About Inkheart

She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?

The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness - and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.

But that was the trouble with this world--at heart, it was childish.

You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them...

Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them.

My children were all made from paper and printer's ink...

The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.

We're all liars when it serves our purpose.

Why would we ever want to go back when your world is so accommodating with your telephones and your guns and what's that sticky stuff called ...duct tape.