I sat on the bench by the willows and at my honey bun and read Triton. There are some awful things in the world, it’s true, but there are also some great books. When I grow up I would like to write something that someone could read sitting on a bench on a day that isn’t all that warm and they could sit reading it and totally forget where they were or what time it was so that they were more inside the book than inside their own head. I’d like to write like Delany or Heinlein or Le Guin.

There may be stranger reasons for being alive. There are books There’s interlibrary loan. There are books you can fall into and pull up over your head.

Magic isn't inherently evil. But it does seem to be terribly bad for people.

Before I got glasses, I thought Monet was the world's only realist landscape painter.

If you love books enough, books will love you back.

There's a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they're absolutely free. Don't miss so many of them.

It's amazing how large the things are that it's possible to overlook.