I read.. because one life is not enough

This is how you hold onto your family. You hold them with open hands so they are free to find futures of their own. It's just that simple.

The years went by, and Mary Alice and I grew up, Slower than we wanted to, faster than we realized.

If you cannot find yourself on the page very early in life, you will go looking for yourself in all the wrong places.

The only way you can write is by the light of the bridges burning behind you.

Only the nonreader fears books.

Martin Wilson's What They Always Tell Us hears the voices of the young as they struggle toward adulthood.