I remember thinking how easy it is to speak in clichés, to steal a line from pulp fiction and let it fall. We can only hover around the inexpressible with our words anyway, and there is comfort in saying what we have heard before.

Depression is when you think there's nothing to be done. Fortunately I always think there's something to be done.

Reading is perception as translation. The inert signs of an alphabet become living meanings in the mind.

We read each other through our eyes, and anatomically they are an extension of our brains. When we catch someone's eye, we look into a mind.

We lose ourselves in stories; that's the beauty of literary art.

Not telling is just as interesting as telling I have found. Why speech, that short verbal journey from inside to outside can be excrutiating under certain circumstances is fascinating.

A book is a collaboration between the one who reads and what is read and, at its best, that coming together is a love story like any other.