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

I read because one of these days I'm going to get out of this town, and I'm going to go everywhere and meet everybody, and I want to be ready

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

We don't write what we know. We write what we wonder about.

Only the nonreader fears books.

Writing is communication, not self-expression. Nobody in this world wants to read your diary except your mother.

When I read a good book, it's like traveling the world without ever leaving my chair.