When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.

This is the fear that made fish crawl out onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

How can you read and talk at the same time?” I asked. “Well, I usually can’t, but neither the book nor the conversation is particularly intellectually challenging.

The job of reading is to use stories as a way into seeing other people as we see ourselves

Well, but you can eat Grandma's cookies. They're not bad for you. They were made by Grandma. Grandma wouldn't hurt you.