“She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.”

“Crystals grew inside rock like arithmetic flowers. They lengthened and spread, added plane to plane in an awed and perfect obedience to an absolute geometry that even stones - maybe only the...”

“There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.”

“Private life, book life, took place where words met imagination without passing through the world.”