He didn't know of course. Not really. And yet that was what he said, and I was soothed to hear it. For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight, and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. "I know," he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.

There are too many books in the world to read in a single lifetime; you have to draw the line somewhere.

I don't pretend reality is the same for everyone.

Sometimes when you open the door to the past, what you confront is your destiny.

I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy

I've nothing against people who love truth. Apart from the fact that they make dull companions.

Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times.