I like many types of music and probably too many to mention here.

The young women in my classes are feisty and clever and believe, often with the passion of youthful optimism, that feminism is a battle already won. I worry for them - and for my daughters, too.

I'm working on a nonfiction book on Nepal and a novel about diasporas.

The richest most meaningful stories are found in small places: made, carried, crafted, told, and retold by apparently unimportant people.

Sometimes I like to play the soundtracks to famous musicals so we can all sing along. South Pacific is one of my favorites. Our neighbors must hate us.

If you can't return a favor, pass it on.

Never give up. And most importantly, be true to yourself. Write from your heart, in your own voice, and about what you believe in.

I can't pick out one single book that had such a profound personal impact.

It took a brave editor in the U.S. to sign a contract for Dancing Girls, and without her belief in the book, I'm not sure it would ever have found its way into print.

Don't call 'em dogs. Dogs are loyal and they run after balls.

I could write an entertaining novel about rejection slips, but I fear it would be overly long.

Never be defeated by roadblocks life throws in your way. Instead, conquer them. You are much stronger than you give yourself credit for.

Walk in love and you will appreciate people for who they are.

If you've never been hated by your child, you've never been a parent.

In a moment everything could suddenly change, but God and His promises remain the same.

All my memories are poisoned.

Capitalism puts things (capital) higher than life (labor). Power follows from possession, not from activity.

Assuredly it would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit.

Beautifully drawn, solid, compelling characters against a background so real and scary I left the lights on all night. It was great!

When the gods know that a god hath fallen, With this kindly feeling They do encourage him-- Be thou a god again and again.

Camerado! This is no book; who touches this touches a man.