“Someone to talk to, to share with, to run things by.”

Relief is a wonderful emotion, highly underrated.

The Wise County Bookmobile is one of the most beautiful sights in the world to me.

And then just like real sisters, we listen and don’t judge.

On every shelf, we see ourselves, experience our collective conscious, describe our dreams and our great longing for times that have passed.

There’s nothing an artist needs more – even more than excellent tools and stamina – than a deadline.

I even love the smell of books.

For a woman, love is the highest dream.

They do not begin to describe me. They do not begin to express what is inside of me.

All the aspects of playwriting, scene-building, the architecture of dramatizing.

I never knew my grandmothers, but I could always count of the Bookmobile.

All the things I thought I was – simple and plain and sometime funny – are very small words.

Pomegranate Soup is glorious, daring and delightful.

Moments are history. If you have enough of them, they become a story.

People have often told me that one of their strongest childhood memories is the scent of their grandmother’s house.

I loved to read, still do, and it seemed that the writing was a result of the love of books and reading and libraries.

Maybe a first love exists to remind you to be brave in the moment, to stand up for your feelings, instead of shrinking back in the face of potential loneliness.

I understand aggressiveness in only one way: being prepared to hurt yourself, not someone else.

My biggest skill is common sense. I understand life.

What if you gave someone a gift, and they neglected to thank you for it – would you be likely to give them another?

If you don’t like what someone has to say, argue with them.

I use my celebrity status to inspire someone, to give them hope.

I didn’t want anybody’s name on my backside. I personally don’t like to wear clothing that is named for somebody or has someone’s likeness all over it.

You can read Kant by yourself, if you wanted to; but you must share a joke with someone else.

A creep is someone who claims he’s one thing but he’s actually another.