Reading is rapture (or if it isn't, I put the book down meaning to go on with it later, and escape out the side door).

It was lovely when you found students who responded to things you were enthusiastic about.

My father represented authority, which meant—to me—that he could not also represent understanding.

A writer is a reader who is moved to emulation.

If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth.

Because I actively enjoy sleeping, dreams, the unexplainable dialogues that take place in my head as I am drifting off, all that, I tell myself that lying down to an afternoon nap that goes on and on through eternity is not something to be concerned about. What spoils this pleasant fancy is the recollection that when people are dead they don't read books. This I find unbearable.

In talking about the past, we lie with every breath we draw.