A library is a home filled with our stories. On every shelf, we see ourselves, experience our collective conscious, describe our dreams and our great longing for times that have passed, the sterling moment of the present and the glorious future known only in our imaginations.

When a girl is beautiful, she gets to pick - she never has to wait for someone to choose her.

This is where men and women are different, we can put aside petty competition for relationships - they can't. It interferes.

I look at my roommates who are so proud of me that it makes me proud.

Food was celebration, conversation, and nourishment. The table is where the big decisions of the family are made and all the arguing takes place.

If you look around to find meaning in everything that happens, you will end up disappointed. Sometimes there aren’t reasons behind the terrible things that go on. I ask myself, If I knew all the answers, would it help? I lie awake and wonder why I don’t have parents and wonder what will become of my brother and me. But when the morning comes, I realize that there’s nothing to be done about what has already happened. I can only get up and do my chores and push through the day and find the good in it.

I loved to read, still do, and it seemed that the writing was a result of the love of books and reading and libraries.