Children, as I have said, use back ways and hidden paths, while adults take roads and official paths

I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.

I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.

A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.

But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and, very soon, I slept.

Books were safer than other people anyway.

Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.

I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. Some of them. Not all.

Words save our lives, sometimes.

You get on with your own life. Lettie gave it to you. You just have to grow up and try and be worth it.

They were not my friends, after all. They were just the people I went to school with.

Faculty Meetings are held whenever the need to show off is combinedwith the imperative of accomplishing nothing.

It keeps him happy, Dahlaine, and happy people are nicer than gloomy ones. Haven't you noticed that before?

Classic literature is still something that hangs in the air like a song.

All human knowledge takes the form of interpretation.

Why do people think that we’re degraded when we’re examining positions of degradation, or examining the cycle of our own degradation?

What does it matter, all is grace.

Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

For so much of my career I've been trying to find little things and make something out of it.

Lovers of literature will look for the remains of the golden treasure in that shipwreck on the bottom of the sea of criticism.

Rationalism crashes in the tails.