Heaven, Kiwi thought, would be the reading room of a great library. But it would be private. Cozy. You wouldn't have to worry about some squeaky-shoed librarian turning the lights off on you or gauging your literacy by reading the names on your book spines, and there wouldn't be a single other patron. The whole place would hum with a library's peace, filtering softly over you like white bars of light.
Karen RussellI moved to New York with the derangement of love. I was writing all these terrible stories, but I had never been happier.
Karen RussellGiven the brevity of our time here, it does seem likely that our species, too, must have at best a blinkered understanding of the shape of things, the import of certain events and what distinguishes "good" from "bad" luck.
Karen RussellI really try to write every day. It's hard, but it's my favorite thing to do. So, it's usually not too, too hard.
Karen Russell