It must be good to have somewhere that you belong. Somewhere that’s home.

“The dead are, for the most part, done with the world. You are not. You’re alive…”

“And books are real places, make no mistake about that.”

“It was a city in which the very old and the awkwardly new jostled each other, n…”

“We weren't arguing,” said the bear. “Because we can't talk.” Then it said, “Oop…”