Let me give you some advice: make friends with a millionaire when he's a friendless sixth-grader.

I walk alone in the darkness and wonder how a person would begin to determine the circumference of the earth. I have no idea. I’d probably just google it.

A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.

Walking the stacks in a library, dragging your fingers across the spines -- it's hard not to feel the presence of sleeping spirits.

Her home is the burrow of a bibliophile hobbit -- low-ceilinged, close-walled, and brimming over with books.

America pays defense contractors to build aircraft carriers. Google pays brilliant programmers to do whatever the hell they want.

The thinnest tendrils of dawn are creeping in from the east. People in New York are softly starting to tweet.