We spend so much of our passion on our first love. I'm not convinced that it-passion-is one of those things that you have an endless amount of-like happiness or sadness. I could be happy all day. I could be sad all day. But I'm not so sure I'll ever love like that again.

Fire will burn any human body it touches, and starvation will waste it, but stories are not so predictable in their effects.

Do the children who prefer books set in the real, ordinary, workaday world ever read as obsessively as those who would much rather be transported into other worlds entirely?

Maybe everything really does just have an expiration date--one that you can't see until she tells you she's leaving, and then she's gone.

Now it's time to focus on basics for people in our neighborhoods... and real ethics reform at City Hall.

Dreams would always end with you, and then mornings would steal you away with a cruelty that haunted my days.

Buying a book is not about obtaining a possession, but about securing a portal.