Immigrants use the library often. A lot of them don't have access to books and Internet at home. They seem so disconnected to the city.

It was good to walk into a library again; it smelled like home.

I don't want to sound too Oprah-ish or anything like that, but I really believe that if you have the power to imagine particular things, you have the ability to transform them.

I had no real idea I was going to become a writer. It was just a game for me. I just liked pretending, daydreaming and imagining.

Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.

Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.