There are too many books in the world to read in a single lifetime you have to draw the line somewhere.

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

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

Of course I loved books more than people.

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.

What better place to kill time than a library?

I've nothing against people who love truth. Apart from the fact that they make dull companions.

Our clients' faces, with the customary outward paleness and inner glow of the book lover.

Women are the strong people in this world, not men. I think TV is finally catching up with that reality, and thank God.

Intense feeling too often obscures the truth.

Anytime you do something from the heart, people just know it.

so it's always a process of letting go, one way or another

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.

Shells sink, dreams float. Life's good on our boat.

I don't want my body to be a distraction from my talent or my brain.

There is no excuse for bad manners, except fast reflexes.

I went to the hardware store and bought some used paint. It was in the shape of a house.

The only boundaries we have are in form. There are no obstacles in thought.