We read books, talked books, argued over books and became dearer and dearer to one another.

Light griefs are loquacious, but the great are dumb.

Isola doesn't approve of small talk and believes in breaking the ice by stomping on it.

I am to cover the philosophical side of the debate and so far my only thought is that reading keeps you from going gaga.

I never met a man half so true as a dog. Treat a dog right, and he'll treat you right. He'll keep you company, be your friend, and never ask you no questions. Cats is different, but I never held that against 'em.

It was amazing to me then, and still is, that so many people who wander into bookshops don't really know what they're after--they only want to look around and hope to see a book that will strike their fancy. And then, being bright enough not to trust the publisher's blurb, they will ask the book clerk the three questions: (1) What is it about? (2) Have you read it? (3) Was it any good?

In a good mood I call my hair Chestnut with Gold Glints. In a bad mood, I call it mousy brown