That meant I could come back whenever I could manage it. And she was telling me to go. She knew the decision was too big a load for me to carry by myself. She knew me through and through. She had eyes in the back of her heart.

But put two librarians' heads together, and mountains move.

Because nobody but a reader ever became a writer.

Grandma, how old is she?" "Oh I don't know." Grandma said. "You'd have to cut off her head and count the rings in her neck.

Never trust an ugly woman. She's got a grudge against the world,' said Grandma who was no oil painting herself.

If you're going to read minds, start with a simple one.

I'm so far gone that I'm telling the truth. It sounds like a foreign language.