Read. Read anything. Read the things they say are good for you, and the things they claim are junk. You'll find what you need to find. Just read.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Peas baffled me. I could not understand why grown-ups would take things that tasted so good raw, and then put them in tins, and make them revolting.

I don't know. I had to be something, didn't I?

I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.

For me, closing libraries is the equivalent of eating your seed corn to save a little money.

A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.