Every time I fall in love with a book, I just feel grateful and thrilled to have it in my life.

The ghosts that exert the most power in people’s lives-at least, the people I know–tend to be of their own making, and consist of equal parts regret and old fears and just plain missing somebody.

Great work doesn’t make me jealous; it makes me want to work.

So much of reading and writing to me is about being elsewhere, no matter how much I love where I am.