Any room in our house at any time in the day was there to read in or to be read to.

I am a writer who came from a sheltered life. A sheltered life can be a daring life as well. For all serious daring starts from within.

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.

Writers and travelers are mesmerized alike by knowing of their destinations.

I'm a great reader that never has time to 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 ...