But, like peace, comfort didn't come from hiding away or running away. Comfort first demanded courage.

Where there is love there is courage, where there is courage there is peace, where there is peace there is God. And when you have God, you have everything.

Few things are better in the world than a room full of librarians. I consider them literary heroes. The keepers and defenders of the written word.

I'm just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.

When someone stabs you it's not your fault that you feel pain.

Myrna could spend happy hours browsing bookcases. She felt if she could just get a good look at a person’s bookcase and their grocery cart, she’d pretty much know who they were.

The women in the room chatted about love, about childhood, about losing parents, about Mr. Spock, about good books they'd read. They mothered each other.