The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.

What I want is so simple I almost can't say it: elementary kindness.

organization is the religion of the single parent.

Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work - that goes on, it adds up.

Sadness is more or less like a head cold - with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

I'm of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved.

I did it to win love, and to prove myself capable. Not to move mountains. In my opinions, mountains don't move. They only look changed when you look down on them from great height.