[A young adult novel] ends not with happily ever after, but at a new beginning, with the sense of a lot of life yet to be lived.

The only way you can write is by the light of the bridges burning behind you.

I read because one life isn't enough and in the pages of a book, I can be anybody.

Only the nonreader fears books.

We write by the light of every story we have ever read.

Anyone who thinks small towns are friendlier than big cities lives in a big city.

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

If you cannot find yourself on the page very early in life, you will go looking for yourself in all the wrong places.

Because nobody but a reader ever became a writer.

This is how you hold onto your family. You hold them with open hands so they are free to find futures of their own. It's just that simple.

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

They had been Vince's brothers in a way, and Race was his son, and you couldn't drive a man's family to the earth and expect to live.

For every ten vampires who are happy being monsters, there's always one sad-sack who misses the sunrise.

Nothing is more confused than to be ordered into a war to die or to be maimed for life without the faintest idea of what's going on.

I just want to give it all that I got. I just don't want to waste it.

You have the attention span of a large bug, and yet I don't feel good enough about myself to not date you.

We should probably stop trading derivatives, anything more complex than regular options ... I am an options trader, and I don't understand options. How do you want a regulator to understand them?

Meet some people who care about poetry the way you do. You'll have that readership. Keep going until you know you're doing work that's worthy. And then see what happens. That's my advice.

Nothing is contrived. At night, the clothes should pour like liquid over the body.

There are enough scary rock & roll mothers in the world.

Behold the threaden sails, Borne with the invisible and creeping wind, Draw the huge bottoms through the furrow'd sea, Breasting the lofty surge