I live in Hamburg; that's in the north. And I live on the outskirts of town. It looks like countryside.
I will try to write books until I drop dead.
I like a composer called Henry Purcell, and I love to listen to Neil Young.
No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge.
And I plan to write a sequel to Dragon Rider.
Accursed, blasted, heartless things [books]! Full of empty promises, full of false lures, always making you hungry, never satisfying you, never!
And I always read the English translation and always have conversations with my translator, for example about the names. I always have to approve it.
My son always says I like very weird music.
I love to read, I love to watch movies, and I love to be with my children.
And there stood Basta with his foot already on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it was the target he had been aiming for all along: Dustfinger’s heart, his stupid heart. It broke in two as he held Farid in his arms, it simply broke in two, although he had taken such good care of it all these years.
I just did a picture book called The Wildest Brother on Earth, and you will find both of my children in there.
Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?
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.
Let's be off before he gets his great horsey teeth into my poor lines of verse!
Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.
My grandmother told stories; she was very good at that.
I love to read aloud.
I like to visit my horse, have a walk with my dog.
Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?
I think we should sometimes read stories where everything's different from our world, don't you agree? There's nothing's like it for teaching us to wonder why trees are green and not red, and why we have five fingers rather than six.' --spoken by The Bluejay, aka Mo the Bookbinder, from 'Inkdeath
Sometimes it's a good thing we don't remember things half as well as books do.
There could be few men whose love for a woman had been written on his face with a knife.
She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through.
Killing is easy," said Mo, "Dying is harder.
Read – and be curious. And if somebody says to you: 'Things are this way. You can't change it' - don't believe a word.
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