In the land of Ingary where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of the three.
By the Queen and her court, what kind of a name is Bubbles for a creature like this? Lucifer or Bloodclaw Reddifang would be more appropriate.
–Diary of a Mad Brownie by Bruce Coville
Adam told me once that he was named Adam and I was named Zinnia because our dad wanted his kids to experience everything in the world from A to Z. That’s how I used to feel with Adam, like we had all the letters of the alphabet connecting us.
–Zinnia and the Bees by Danielle Davis
With a quick movement, Igraine jumped onto the lion’s mossy paw, clambered from there to its mane, and sat down among the stony locks of hair curling around its muzzle.
–Igraine the Brave by Cornelia Funke
Toby would have loved living in a hotel—had he been allowed to slide down the banisters, sleep in a different bed every night, and hang around in the kitchen waiting to lick out the cake bowl. But of course he wasn’t allowed to do any of those things.
–The Fish in Room 11 by Heather Dyer
I say gossip is just like a newspaper, only written in whispers instead of ink. Sure you can’t always believe everything you hear, but isn’t that the same with the newspaper?
–The Detective’s Assistant by Kate Hannigan
There is no such thing as im-POSSIBLE, Hiccup, only im-PROBABLE. The only thing that limits us are the limits to our imagination.