So it was scary, but that's how it goes. To my great delight, I discovered that it did all belong.

If children are not permitted-not taught-to be adventurers and explorers as children, what will become of the world...?

The things I keep going back to, rereading, maybe they say more about me as a reader than about the books. Love in the Time of Cholera, Pale Fire.

He took a step toward her, than another, tentatively, gathering all his strength, as though about to throw a heavy switch that would, if his calculations were correct, bring light to a hundred cities and ten thousand darkened rooms. He was going to ask her to dance - that was all.

When I'm writing solitude feels very good. But when I'm not writing it feels lonely... Having a big family solves that problem.

Only love could pick a nested pair of steel Bramah locks.

Nothing is boring exept to people who aren't really paying attention.