I only hope to do well enough before I die to have a house as big as my rich Uncle Ed and Aunt Carole.

I can't pass a bookstore without slipping inside, looking for the next book that will burn my hand when I touch its jacket, or hand me over a promissory note of such immense power that it contains the formula that will change everything about me.

These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.

There is no downside to winning. It feels forever fabulous.

College was to teach me that I was one of life's journeymen, eager to excel but lacking the requisite gifts.

... silence (can) be the most eloquent form of lying.

The most powerful words in English are, 'Tell me a story.'