It was a dead hole, smelling of synthetic leather and disinfectant, both of which odors seemed to emanate from the torn scratched material of the seats that lined the three walls. It smelled of the...

When you read to a child, when you put a book in a child’s hands, you are bringing that child news of the infinitely varied nature of life. You are an awakener.

You’ll see some bad things, but if you didn’t see them, they’d still be happening.

Families hold each other in an iron grip of definition. One must break the grip, somehow.

Words are nets through which all truth escapes(“News From The World”)

A good novel begins with a small question and ends with a bigger one.

He smiled and bent forward, a hand on each knee, his truculence gleaming through his smile like a stone under water.