Because fear kills everything," Mo had once told her. "Your mind, your heart, your imagination.

Nothing is more terrifying than fearlessness.

I always wanted to ride a dragon myself, so I decided to do this for a year in my imagination.

She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?

He wants to be grown-up. How different dreams can be! Nature will soon grant your wish.

There are not so many mythical creatures from Inkheart.