...in the midst of the tumult, part ecstasy and part panic, into which all first-time mothers are thrown by sleep deprivation and headlong identity realignment.

In my view, nineteen pounds of old books are at least nineteen times as delicious as one pound of fresh caviar.

I can think of few better ways to introduce a child to books than to let her stack them, upend them, rearrange them, and get her fingerprints all over them.

Books wrote our life story, and as they accumulated on our shelves (and on our windowsills, and underneath our sofa, and on top of our refrigerator), they became chapters in it themselves.

Reading aloud means no skipping, no skimming, no cutting to the chase.

I have never been able to resist a book about books.

Pen-bereavement is a serious matter.

I'd rather have a book, but in a pinch I'll settle for a set of Water Pik instructions.

I, on the other hand, believe that books, maps, scissors, and Scotch tape dispensers are all unreliable vagrants, likely to take off for parts unknown unless strictly confined to quarters.

But like balloons, they were excessively buoyant, and if you weren't careful, they floated away.

You're a romantic. What's romantic about a guy wanting to go somewhere and actually getting there?

Moonlight is sculpture

Aristotle uses a mother's love for her child as the prime example of love or friendship.

Maybe the light's at the other end of the tunnel.

I am a very sensitive person, very impulsive and emotional.

I grew up north of Chicago, not far from where the Schwinn bicycle plant used to be, and was conscious of the fact that these beautiful, everlasting bikes were made just down the road.

I've never been reckless - it's always calculated. I'm mischievous, but I'm calculated.

Reading with children is an enormous gift to them. It's a great honor to invite children to read with adults.

I have eyes like those of a dead pig.

My unrestrained commitment of myself to God gives the Holy Spirit the opportunity to grant to me the holiness of Jesus Christ.

It's such a tragedy that man endures in killing his brother and his own kind, putting him in jail and insane asylums, letting him lay out in the street.