“I am no theologian. I would not be surprised, however, if Heaven proved to be a cozy kitchen, where delicious treats appeared in the oven and in the refrigerator whenever you wanted them, and where the cupboards were full of good books.”

“Why should I tell you where I am going to get funds from? If I were to do that then all the vested interests would get alerted. You must be aware that railways are full of such elements and my fight is against them.”

“It didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.”

“How often each day, if you were to verbalize your inner reality at that moment, would you have to say, “I don't want to be where I am?” What does it feel like when you don't want to be where you are–the traffic jam, your place of work, the airport lounge, the people you are with?”

“I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in… but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.”

“My mother began to go crazy. Not in a 'Let's paint the kitchen red!' sort of way. But crazy in a 'gas oven, toothpaste sandwhich, I am God' sort of way.”

“Jem cried out with all his remaining strength. You cannot go where I am going! Nor would I want that for you!”

“I do then with my friends as I do with my books. I would have them where I can find them, but I seldom use them.”

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”

“I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.”