Lord, let me heed the angels you put in my path.

I think if a book has the power to move a reader, it also has the power to offend a reader. And you want your books to have power, so you just have to take what comes with that.

February is just plain malicious. It knows your defenses are down.

This is what art is all about. It is weaving fabric from the feathers you have plucked from your own breast. But no one must ever see the process - only the finished bolt of goods. They must never suspect that that crimson thread running through the pattern is blood.

Reading has made such a profound difference to my life. I'm sure I became a writer because of the power of literature in my own life.

Reading can be a road to freedom or a key to a secret garden, which, if tended, will transform all of life.

The last dregs of winter spoiling the taste of everything.