She devoured stories with rapacious greed, ranks of black marks on white, sorting themselves into mountains and trees, stars, moons and suns, dragons, dwarfs, and forests containing wolves, foxes and the dark.

Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.

He felt changed, but there was no one to tell.

Lists are a form of power.

I don't only write about English literature; I also write about chaos theory and... ants. I can understand ants.

As a little girl, I didn't like stories about little girls. I liked stories about dragons and beasts and princes and princesses and fear and terror and the Four Musketeers and almost anything other than nice little girls making moral decisions about whether to tell the teacher about what the other little girl did or did not do.

Outside our small safe place flies mystery.