I have my own dying empire to contend with, and I do not wish for any other.

A lot of the ways of advertising a book - the cover, whether somebody sees it on a subway or sees it in a bookstore - those things are going to rapidly diminish as we move to an electronic model.

I don't have many possessions, apart from my books.

I read real books. On paper. You know, those printed books? I feel like this is the last thing I do to support my industry. I think they smell great, too.

If you read only one memoir by a disaffected, urban, 20-something Jewish girl this year, make it this one. Shukert rocks the lulav.

The radio station was playing Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake, a sure sign that things were much worse than they appeared.

Asthmatic immigrant learns to breathe by writing.