Love was action. It came to you. It was not a choice.

I think people become consumed with selling a book when they need to be consumed with writing it.

I could teach. I could wait tables. I could cook in a restaurant. Food and teaching were the two skills I had.

Some people need a huge amount of attention, and they are worthy of that attention, and they're still exhausting.

We are taught to be suspicious, especially of anyone who might not look like us or share our beliefs.

No matter how much we love a book, the experience of reading it isn't complete until we can give it to someone who will love it as much as we do

Maybe there would be a bad outcome for some of the others, but no one was going to shoot a soprano.