There are times when the human face and body can express the yearning of the heart so accurately that you can, as they say, read them like a book. Do not abandon me.

I have always been a reader; I have read at every stage of my life, and there has never been a time when reading was not my greatest joy

I don't pretend reality is the same for everyone.

Once upon a time there was a fairy godmother, but the rest of the time there was none. This story is about one of those other times.

For me to see is to read. It has always been that way.

Of course I loved books more than people.

Boys do not leave their boyhood behind when they leave off their school uniform.

A good story is always more dazzling than a broken piece of truth.

But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grown pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you.

When I was a child, books were everything. And so there is in me, always, a nostalgic, yearning for the lost pleasure of books. It is not a yearning that one ever expects to be fulfilled.

A story so cherished it has to be dressed in casualness to disguise its significance in case the listener turned out to be unsympathetic.

If words had weight, a single sentence from Death would have anchored a ship.

For someone so conflicted, who am I to give advice to anybody? It’s such a funny, grandiose idea

The future of publishing is about having connections to readers and the knowledge of what those readers want.

Beliefs and thoughts alter cells in your body.

I don't want to be without God's blessings.

If it is the case that you need just a first 11 and three or four more players, then why did Christopher Columbus sail to India to discover America?

With an 'advanced' artist, it's not now possible to make a portrait.

Stop thinking about writing as art. Think of it as work. If you’re an artist, whatever you do is going to be art. If you’re not an artist, at least you can do a good day’s work.

Life is like a rose, peeping through the hardships of life to bloom with color.

The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers....Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.