“A book is something that young readers can experience on their own time. They decide when to turn the page. They'll put their arm right on the page so you can't turn it because they're not ready to go to the next page yet. They just want to look at it again, or they want to read the book over and over because they really enjoy setting the pace themselves.” WantLooksBookYoungTurnsNextEnjoyReadyArmsReaderPagesSettingSettingsPaceNot Ready Author:Jan Brett
“Arms control has to have a future, or none of us does. But it doesn't necessarily have to come in big packages of 600-page treaties.” DoeBigsArmsPagesPackagesTreaties Author:Stanley Hoffmann
“I can't understand why the front pages of newspapers can cover bird flu and swine flu and everybody is up in arms about that and we still haven't really woken up to the fact that so many women in sub-Saharan Africa - 60 percent of people in - infected with HIV are women.” PeopleStillsI CanFactsFrontsHavensArmsPagesBirdPercentNewspapersHivFluSwineBird FluSub Saharan AfricaSwine Flu Author:Annie Lennox
“I suppose he could have changed," Neal said dryly. "I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil." The other pages snorted. Kel eyed her friend. "You do look yellow around the edges," she told him, her face quite serious. "I hadn’t wanted to bring it up." "We daffodils like to have things brought up," Neal said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "It reminds us of spring.” LooksSaidWantedFacesGrowingChangedSeriousArmsPagesSpringEdgesShouldersYellowResemblanceDaffodil Book:Protector of the Small Quartet Source: Protector of the Small Quartet
“In my craft or sullen art Exercised in the still night When only the moon rages And the lovers lie abed With all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut and trade of charms On the ivory stages But for the common wages Of their most secret heart. Not for the proud man apart From the raging moon I write On these spindrift pages Nor for the towering dead With their nightingales and psalms But for the lovers, their arms Round the griefs of the ages, Who pay no praise or wages Nor heed my craft or art.” MenWritingHeartArtStillsLightAgeLyingNightCommonGriefPaySecretStageArmsProudLoversMoonAmbitionPagesSingingPraiseTradeRoundsRageBreadCraftsCharmLabourWagesHeedPsalmsIvoryNightingalesSullenProud Man Author:Dylan Thomas
“Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My father's laugh. Peeta's father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick's eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their death count.” WellsWould BeEyeFatherWaterForgetLaughingCrimeArmsPromisePagesBirdDetailsCarefulFlightColourLengthSaltCheeksToesCookiesSealsSilkLive WellPeetaHandwritingLickingRueFinnickCinnaSalt Water Author:Suzanne Collins
“In the early morning hours, Hannah read at the table by the dim light of dawn. She leaned in close to the pages, chin resting on her folded arms, eyes racing over the words, like chasing butterflies over the hills, to catch as many as she could before going to work. She wondered at how such tales of magic could be contained by mere paper and ink for her to read again and again.” LightEyeHoursMorningMagicArmsPaperPagesTablesMereTalesHillsDawnRacingButterflyAgain And AgainChasingGoing To WorkInkChinsEarly MorningChasing Butterflies Book:The Clockwork Three Source: The Clockwork Three