I have two Iceland horses, a very hairy dog called Looney, and a guinea pig.

Meggie Folchart: Having writer's block? Maybe I can help. Fenoglio: Oh yes, that's right. You want to be a writer, don't you? Meggie Folchart: You say that as if it's a bad thing. Fenoglio: Oh no, it's just a lonely thing. Sometimes the world you create on the page seems more friendly and alive than the world you actually live in.

All books are in safe hands with me. They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well. I keep the sunlight away from their pages, I dust and protect them from hungry hookworms and grubby human fingers.

When you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and the show begins.

Sometimes, when you're so sad you don't know what to do, it helps to be angry.

Words were useless. At times, they might sound wonderful, but they let you down the moment you really needed them. You could never find the right words, never, and where would you look for them? The heart is as silent as a fish, however much the tongue tries to give it a voice.

Let's run away to Venice, and hide out in an old movie theater. We can dye our hair blonde, so no one will ever find us!