The Spellshop

It wasn’t that she didn’t like people. It was only that she liked books more.

It wasn't that she didn't like people. It was that she liked books more. They didn't fuss or judge or mock or reject.They invited you in, fluffed up the pillows on the couch, offered you tea and toast, and shared their hearts with no expectation that you'd do anything more than absorb what they had to give.

Books should be shared with everyone who wants to open their minds and hearts to them.

Of course knowledge is dangerous. But ignorance is even more dangerous

We can only control what we do and hope that other people make the right choice.

There's no such thing as a weed," Cas said. "That's a cruel term made up by people who label some plants as 'unwanted' and some as 'valuable,' as if the worth of a living thing is measured by how useful it is to another living thing. As if a plant can't gave its own intrinsic worth.

You know, plants aren't nearly as emotionally exhausting as humans. You should try to be more plant

I want to know you better." "No, you don't. I'm not friendly. I like to be alone." "You can be alone with me.

Bookshelves! That was the most perfect thing anyone had ever offered her. Better than jewels or feast or a palace.

Caz? Are you ever lonely?" "How can I be? I have books.

I can’t lose books; I’d lose me.

I’m just an honest person, but if I’m truly being honest, sometimes blunt is just mean. Honesty can be an excuse for bullying.

I read and I forget anything else exists. And I don’t forgive anyone who isn’t careful with books. I hate people who tear out pages, who bend corners, who break the spines.

She didn’t really know anything about running a shop or magic or jam… But I do know books - and that meant there was nothing she couldn’t know, eventually. That was magic in and of itself.

How much knowledge had been lost because no one wrote it down?

I think you were incredibly brave." "Oh, yes, I bravely ran away." "You did. You saved yourself, your friend, and you came here and saved us.

And she had her books. If everyone living failed her, whenever they did, she had all the immortal voices caught in pages.

Because knowledge is power, and the powerful want - wanted - to keep it all to themselves.

Maybe this was something that could last. How often did you meet someone who offered to build you bookshelves?

We’re not murdering anyone. That’s not what librarians do. Bit of shelving, bit of researching, bit of underhanded violence? No.

Questions are the heart of a functioning society.

Questions are the heart of a functioning society.” She wondered if she’d read that somewhere or had just invented it. She rather liked it.

I was terrible to both of you. Why are you being so kind?" "Because we can.

She'd just finished talking with people! Lots of people! She wanted to burrow into her house and not have to worry about what she'd say and what he'd say and all of rhat back-and-forth talking nonsense

I hope you know what you're doing" Caz said as he returned. "I absolutely do not know what I'm doing. I thought that was clear?

She was lonely, and she wanted someone to love. She made me out of love, and the empire destroyed her for it.

Trusting anyone is a risk,” Kiela said. “But it’s better than doing it alone.

How often did you meet someone who offered to build you bookshelves?

This is a ridiculous conversation that I regret beginning. You are not unlikable. I chose to be your assistant, out of all the librarians in the Great Library. I am a very picky plant with impeccable taste