Why go to a machine when you could go to a human being?

I sometimes get up at night when I can't sleep and walk down into my library and open one of my books and read a paragraph and say, 'My God, did I write that?

The great thing about my life is that everything I've done is a result of what I was when I was 12 or 13.

The real fear isn't rejection, but that there won't be enough time in your life to write all the stories that you have in you.

Libraries are the center of our lives. There's no use going to a university if you don't live at the library.

Thinking little at all about nothing in particular.

And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue. Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in