The past is a very determined ghost, haunting every chance it gets.

The first book we fall in love with shapes us every bit as much as the first person we fall in love with.

The past will find a way to squeeze into the present–if you let it.

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

Perfect love was that kind of love that made no sense but made everything else make sense somehow. It was raw and unscripted, turbulent and slightly unpredictable.

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

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?