We are who we are, be­cause of those we choose to love and be­cause of those who love us.

Library campaigners are not prepared to stand by and watch something they cherish be dismantled brick by brick.

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.

Actually, I can write anywhere - airport lounges, in bed, on a rattling train going north.

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.