Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.

I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.

Inside every human being, there is unlimited time and space.

She laughed so easily when she was happy. But also when she was sad.

What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to be lonely.

I think that Oprah's on a mission to improve the lives of the average American in various ways. And one of them is to bring literature to people who would normally not be quite as demanding in their reading tastes, to show them writing that can be more than just entertainment.

Writing mirrors the interior self. You know, any book is like the perfect blueprint of the psyche of the author.