When you read to a child, when you put a book in a child's hands, you are bringing that child news of the infinitely varied nature of life. You are an awakener.

Families hold each other in an iron grip of definition. One must break the grip, somehow.

My life was incoherent to me. I felt it quivering, spitting out broken teeth.

I like to cook; it is, for me, a happy combination of mindlessness and purpose.

Literature is the province of imagination, and stories, in whatever guise, are meditations on life.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one-day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

Life was an impenetrable mystery cloaked in babble.