“And if a man promises to build a ladder tall enough to reach it, she believes him, hikes up her skirt, and follows him to the stars.”

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 really don’t like the gym. I like experiences, so I take any chance I get to go on a bicycle or on a hike.

I like to be able to wear something that is appropriate for wherever the day takes me: to work, on a hike and then out to dinner. I like to take the formality out of the day’s schedule and be ready for any off-road detour.

The American people never carry an umbrella. They prepare to walk in eternal sunshine.

Let me go hiking over your body. Tonight I wanna explore very inch of you.