Love - true love - is a precious thing. It is painful, uncomfortable, makes fools of us all, but it is what breathes meaning and color and purpose into our lives.

Lots of people have objections to prizes of all types, and it would be extraordinary if everybody agreed on anything that's worthwhile - they never do.

For when all else is done, on­ly words re­main. Words en­dure.

Free and fair access to books - to reading - is a right and one we should fight for.

Do you believe you can change your destiny?' he (Sajhë) said, seeking an answer. Alice found herself nodding. 'Otherwise, what's the point? If we are simply walking a path preordained, then all the experiences that make us who we are - love, grief, joy, learning, changing - would count for nothing.

I am not a fan of historical fiction that is sloppy in its research or is dishonest about the real history.

There's no black and no white, just shades of grey...But the small betrayals lead to bigger ones, morality is eroded.