“i love erotic books.”

“Lovely and unremarkable, the clutterof mugs and books, the almost-empty FigNewtons box, thick dishes in a bigtin tray, the knife still standing in the butter,change like the color of river waterin the delicate shift to day. Thin fogveils the hedges, where a neighbor dogmakes rounds. 'Go to bed. It doesn't matterabout the washing-up. Take this book along.'Whatever it was we said that night is gone,framed like a photograph nobody took.Stretched out on a camp cot with the book,I think that we will talk all night again,there, or another where, but I am wrong.”

“We'll always need printed books that don't mutate the way digital books do; we'll always need places to display books, auditoriums for book talks, circles for story time; we'll always need brick-and-mortar libraries.”

“I could never pretend something I didn't feel. I could never make love if I didn't love, and if I loved I could no more hide the fact than change the color of my eyes.”

“I would have told her then she was the only thing that I could love in this dying world but the simple word "love" itself already died and went away.”

“I love to do the things the censors won't pass.”

“I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved, for myself and for my talent. ”