For unlike my mother, I did not believe I could be anything I wanted to be. I could only be me.

I have loved works of fiction precisely for their illusions, for the author's sleight-of-hand in showing me the magic, what appeared in the right hand but not in the left.

You see what power is holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them.

Words to me were magic. You could say a word and it could conjure up all kinds of images or feelings or a chilly sensation or whatever. It was amazing to me that words had this power.

I think I've always been somebody, since the deaths of my father and brother, who was afraid to hope. So, I was more prepared for failure and for rejection than for success.

Fate changes when you change your clothes.

They know where happiness lies, not in a cave or a country, but in love and the freedom to give and take what has been there all along.