When poverty shows itself, even mischievous boys understand what it means.

How ridiculous I was as a Marionette! And how happy I am, now that I have become a real boy!

A boy's appetite grows very fast, and in a few moments the queer, empty feeling had become hunger, and the hunger grew bigger and bigger, until soon he was as ravenous as a bear.

Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.

Pinocchio, spurred on by the hope of finding his father and of being in time to save him, swam all night long.

A thousand woodpeckers flew in through the window and settled themselves on Pinocchio's nose.