“I began as a dramatist in the theater, so I’m always thinking about how a story moves, what it looks like, how to engage the senses.”

My mother was an avid readerShe loved books about romance.

But what Mom never told me is that along the way, you find sisters, and they find you. Girls are cool that way.

I don’t use a crap camera, I don’t eat junk, and I’m not going to a dance where the boys are bores.

Things that happen unwieldy. You cannot turn to her anymore, and it changes your life forever.

There are two kinds of people in this world.

The sterling moment of the present and the glorious future known only in our imaginations.

All you needed is what every girl needs, a good friend.

How dialogue sounds, what feels authentic and sounds real, what’s funny, how to build distinctive and original characters.

If you look around to find meaning in everything that happens you will end up disappointed.

A practical girl never pines; she takes action.

No one worries about you like your mother, and when she is gone, the world seems unsafe.

Book clubs are the best thing that has happened to the world of publishing.

I ask myself, If I knew all the answers, would it help? I lie awake and wonder why I don’t have parents and wonder what will become of my brother and me.

But a child’s joy is doubled for the mother, and the sound of her son’s laughter began to her heart.

No one knows you like the people you live with, and no one will take up your cause to the outside world quite like your blood relatives.

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

When it started out, it was an awful lot of fun. Of course, the paying customers got shafted every now and then, and after a while we began to take their complaints seriously.

And if they begin with this mistaken belief about their position in Western society, all their church planting.

Whether you like it or not, Paris is the beating heart of Western civilisation. It’s where it all began and ended.

Rock ‘n roll is really swing with a modern name. It began on the levees and plantations, took in folk songs, and features blues and rhythm.

Once I began to consider everything as being of potential interest, objects released latent layers of value.

It wasn’t only fanatics and drunkards who began conversations with strangers in public.

It wasn’t until I came out of my daze that I began to appreciate my accomplishment.

The “patron saint” of Japanese quality control, ironically, is an American named W. Edwards Deming, who was virtually unknown in his own country until his ideas of quality control began to make such a big impact on Japanese companies.