I’ll meet some people who’ll treat me mean and I’ll just pray that I’ll never be like them. And then I’ll meet some very nice people and I will take a little bit of them and make myself a better person.

As he leans over to kiss me good night, I do not regret having graduated from the amorous sprints of our youths. Marriage is a long-distance course, and reading aloud is a kind of romantic Gatorade formulated to invigorate the occasionally exhausted racers.

It has long been my belief that everyone’s library contains an Odd Shelf. On this shelf rests a small, mysterious completely unrelated to the rest of the library, yet which, upon closer inspection, reveals a good deal about its owner.

To nature lovers, the season of new beginnings is the spring, but to people who excel in school, it’s the fall.

You’re a romantic. What’s romantic about a guy wanting to go somewhere and actually getting there?

I can imagine few worse fates than walking around for the rest of one’s life wearing a typo.

When Pang was barely out of toddlerhood, she zoomed in and out of the apartment unsupervised, playing with plastic bags and, on occasion, with a large butcher knife.

Some day, as soon as a book is printed it will be simultaneously put into digital form. That will be a wonderful research tool, but it will never substitute for holding the book. I feel certain that at least within my lifetime, everyone will still be going to the bookstore and buying printed books. Thank God I’ll die before I have to worry about whether the printed book itself will disappear. That’s something I don’t want to live to see.

On her ideal dinner party: ‘Virginia Woolf, Coleridge and Charles Lamb would have to be there. I would be scurrying around in the kitchen with Mary Lamb – she and I would do the cooking. Of course my brother would be there. I think that’s about enough. That number would sustain a single conversation. Virginia and I would be the centre of attention.

One night when I was pregnant with Henry, I lay in bed thinking for some reason, about “Treasure Island.” I realized that from the entire book there was only one sentence I remembered verbatim, something that Ben Gunn, who has been marooned for three years, says to Jim Hawkins: “Many’s the long night I’ve dreamed of cheese – toasted mostly.” I repeated the last two words over and over again, like a mantra. “Toasted, mostly. Toasted mostly.