Novels without female characters were a lifeless desert.
Censorship ends in logical completeness when nobody is allowed to read any books except the books that nobody can read.
It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass. Yet regardless of where they come from, I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them — with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself. Still illiterate, I was ready for them, committed to all the reading I could give them …
We may sit in our library and yet be in all quarters of the earth.
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
I’m a word freak. I like words. I’ve always compared writing to music. That’s the way I feel about good paragraphs. When it really works, it’s like music.