Our house was littered with books- in the kitchen, under the beds, stuck between the couch pillows--far too many for her the ever finish. I suppose I thought if my grandmother kept up her interests, she wouldn't die; she'd have to stay around to finish the books she was so fond of. "I've got to get to the bottom of this one," she'd say, as if a book were no different from a pond or a lake. I thought she'd go on reading forever but it didn't work out that way.

Most people know that Ray Bradbury is one of my favorite authors.

My sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don't have the time to read.

But most important of all, she explained that it was all right to say 'No. I disagree.' that was a gift. I understood it was power. The power to think my own thoughts. The power to believe in myself.

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

I saw the end of his life right there in that single moment. His pride, his decency, his secrets, his death.

Every problem has a solution, although it may not be the outcome that was originally hoped for or expected.