Few things are better in the world than a room full of librarians. I consider them literary heroes. The keepers and defenders of the written word.

I've seen enough successful writers who no longer seem to care when they are recognized with an award, and I think that's just tragic.

I had to learn compassion. Had to learn what it felt like to hate, and to forgive and to love and be loved. And to lose people close to me. Had to feel deep loneliness and sorrow. And then I could write.

Life is change. If you aren't growing and evolving, you're standing still, and the rest of the world is surging ahead.

Myrna could spend happy hours browsing bookcases. She felt if she could just get a good look at a person’s bookcase and their grocery cart, she’d pretty much know who they were.

We're all blessed and we're all blighted, Chief Inspector," said Finney. "Everyday each of us does our sums. The question is, what do we count?