Heightism is the last unchecked prejudice.

We are at the mercy of time, and for all the ways we are remembered, a sea of things will be lost. But how much is contained in what lingers!

I'm always telling my students, don't - don't worry so much third person, first person. It doesn't make that much difference.

A book tour is, first and foremost, an exercise in humility.

My love for the child asleep in the crib, the child's need for me, for my vigilance, had made my life valuable in a way that even the most abundantly offered love, my parents', my brother's, even Tom's, had failed to do. Love was required of me now--to be given, not merely to be sought and returned.

We are surrounded by story.

The world was a cruder, more vulgar place than the one I had known. This was the language required to live in it, I supposed.