My book group has one rule: no books for adults. We read young adult fiction only.

Young minds - young brains - need stories and ideas like the ones in those [censored and banned] books in order to grow. They need ideas that you disagree with. They need ideas that I disagree with. Or they'll never be able to figure out what ideas they believe in.

It's time to live with what we have and mourn what we lost.

We have reached the point where ignorance and neglect are the best we can hope for in a ruler.

When the oldest Chatwin, melancholy Martin, opens the cabinet of the grandfather clock that stands in a dark, narrow back hallway in his aunt’s house and slip through into Fillory...it’s like he’s opening the covers of a book, but a book that did what books always promised to do and never ac tually quite did: get you out, really out, of where you were and into something better.

The truth doesn't always make a good story, does it?

I studied the cello for a long time, from when I was little up through college.