I believe we need literature, which, by allowing us to experience more fully, to imagine more fully, enables us to live more freely.
Every reading is a misreading.
There is no neutrality. There is only greater or lesser awareness of one’s bias.
The literature of women’s lives is a tradition of escapees, women who have lived to tell the tale.
Perhaps that is what love is – the momentary or prolonged refusal to think of another person in terms of power.
One form of loneliness is to have a memory and no one to share it with.
I wanted to make people aware of libraries as an ecosystem that are threatened in the same way as coral reefs. There’s a kind of serendipity that occurs in a library that never happens online. Browsing a stack is a unique experience: that feeling of being attracted by a book, by its cover or typography. What makes me melancholy is the thought of books disappearing from libraries.
These aren’t accidents. They are significant choices, like the choice of a totemic animal: something in your spirit aligns with theirs.