I love to read, I love to watch movies, and I love to be with my children.

The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness - and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.

If you keep pretending you're in that book, it will make you not want to live in the life you're in.

The truth's not pretty of course. No one likes to look it in the face.

Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.

Books have to be heavy because the whole world's inside them.

What a plague love is!