“There's nothing so heavy as books, sir--unless it's bricks.”
“There you are, sir. There's nothing more than to love and be loved.”
“What on earth have you packed in here? Bricks?" asked Mo as he carried Meggie's book-box out of the house.You're the one who says books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them," said Meggie.”
“…it's so dreadful to have nothing to love — life is so empty — and there's nothing worse than emptiness…”
“There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.”
“Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.”