Adverbs are a sign that you've used the wrong verb.

What I call innocence is the spirit's unself-conscious state at any moment of pure devotion to any object. It is at once a receptiveness and total concentration.

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.

I had hopes for my rough edges. I wanted to use them as a can opener, to cut myself a hole in the world's surface and exit through it.

In literary history, generation follows generation in a rage.

Whenever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God's speaking from the whirlwind, nature's old song, and dance.

I cannot imagine a sorrier pursuit than struggling for years to write a book that attempts to appeal to people who do not read in the first place.