Boston was a great town to go to college in. Maybe that's why there's so many colleges there. I love the town, and I loved Boston University.
Out of love you can speak with straight fury.
The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.
Human life is fiction's only theme.
One place understood helps us understand all places better
People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths.
It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass. Yet regardless of where they come from, I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them - with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself. Still illiterate, I was ready for them, committed to all the reading I could give them.
A subject that is beautiful in itself gives no suggestion to the artist. It lacks imperfection.
A lot of dyslexic kids are actually more intelligent than average and are very good, because they've got very good memories, at disguising the fact that they can't read or have got problems in reading and literacy.
I still love the book-ness of books, the smell of books: I am a book fetishist—books to me are the coolest and sexiest and most wonderful things there are.
I think we are all coming to realize the web in all its manifestations is a sucking time hole.