“Wasn't there a spell for making yourself happy? Somebody must have invented one. How could he have missed it? Why didn't they teach it? Was it in the library, a flying book fluttering just out of reach, beating its wings against some high window?”

“He was a one-book man. Some men have only one book in them; others, a library.”

“Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.”

“It wasn't that I didn't trust Mark's flying, it was just that, okay, I didn't trust Mark's flying.”

“It is like having a book out from the library.
It is like constantly having a book out from the library.”

“Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.”

“Just the omission of Jane Austen's books alone would make a fairly good library out of a library that hadn't a book in it.”

“God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.”

“A library doesn’t need windows, Andrew. We have books, which are windows into worlds we never even dreamed possible.”

“Why does she have wings?'
So she can fly.”