I hated childhood, and spent it sitting behind a book waiting for adulthood to arrive.
While armchair travelers dream of going places, traveling armchairs dream of staying put.
My decision to start a new one is just that, a decision, since I never get inspirations.
...he thought of dying as a kind of adventure, something new that he hadn't yet experienced. Like an unusual vacation trip.
I read so I can live more than one life in more than one place.
I was standing in the schoolyard waiting for a child when another mother came up to me. Have you found work yet? she asked. Or are you still just writing?