When you're a little kid, you are small, your life is small - and you're terrifically aware of that. But when you read, you can ride Arabian horses across the desert, you can be a dogsledder.

Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put her own two fingers in her mouth. Im so sorry. And pulled the trigger

without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.

I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more easily than anyone could imagine.

When I read, I want to be fully transported to another place. I want to feel things, smell things.

Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.

Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.