The shapes arranged themselves into words, and the words spelled out a delicious and wonderful phrase: Once upon a time.

She was working to remind herself of who she was. She was working to remember that somewhere in another place entirely she was known and loved.

I've been recognized in airports lots of places, but mostly getting recognized is at home.

If the world held magic powerful enough to make the elephant appear, then there must exist, too, magic in equal measure, magic powerful enough to undo what had been done.

So many miracles have not yet happened.

There's a notion of art in this country that you have to be nutty or special or "called" in order to be an artist. I believe the questions everyone should ask themselves are, "Do you want to do it? Are you willing to do it poorly? Are you willing to do the work of doing it? Are you willing to persist when everybody tells you it's silly?" If you're willing to do that, then you can do it.

I'm just doing what I've done my whole life, which is talking to people about books and making them read. It's what I do in my friendships. "Here, you have to read this, you have to read this."