“I love inscriptions on flyleaves and notes in margins, I like the comradely sense of turning pages someone else turned, and reading passages someone long gone has called my attention to.”

“Honest change? Honest? Has someone altered the definition of the word while my back was turned, or have you recently developed a sense of humor?”

“When a person you love dies, it doesn’t feel real. It’s like it’s happening to someone else. It’s someone else’s life. I’ve never been good with the abstract. What does it mean when someone is really truly gone?”

“The poetry I love is written with someone’s voice and I believe its proper culmination is to be read with someone’s voice. And the human voice in that sense is not electronically reproduced or amplified.”

“There's a somebody I'm longing to see,
I hope that he, turns out to be,
someone to watch over me.”

“Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.”

“I like the idea of someone else’s love safely sealed in a song or a book.”

“Anyone who has declared someone else to be an idiot, a bad apple, is annoyed when it turns out in the end that he isn't.”

“Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense.”

“I don't care if I fall as long as someone else picks up my gun and keeps on shooting.”