I get up in the morning do my e-mail I check my e-mails all day. I'll go online and I'll buy my books at Amazon.com but I don't want to buy all of them because I want to go to Duttons and I want to buy books from another human being.

Sometimes I miss out the morning's painting session and instead study my Japanese books in the open.

You know I mean this sincerely you know I'm so grateful that I get to get up in the morning and do this you know and write books.

I love to read. I love to stretch. In the morning I get up and if I'm not in a hurry I will lie on the floor on a rug look through some books and magazines and maybe listen to music and try to do stretching exercises to tune up.

I spend my happiest hours in reading Vedantic books. They are to me like the light of the morning like the pure air of the mountains - so simple so true if once understood.

Nobody wants to read about the honest lawyer down the street who does real estate loans and wills. If you want to sell books you have to write about the interesting lawyers - the guys who steal all the money and take off. That's the fun stuff.

I find it fascinating that a lot of business books that do well are from people who've never made any money in business.

Books are the money of Literature but only the counters of Science.

This will never be a civilized country until we spend more money for books than we do for chewing gum.

We go to school to learn to work hard for money. I write books and create products that teach people how to have money work hard for them.

But the fact is I'm not work-identified. I'm not a lawyer or a writer. I'm a mom and I'm a woman and that's the kind of people I want to see in books in the starring role.

To this day my mom's unsinkable spirit is an inspiration to me. For nearly thirty years she's worked at the Library of Congress. Everyone knows Sameha simply as 'Sami.' Along with 500 miles of shelved books her closest friendships are cataloged in that library. They are as much the value of work to my mom as is the work itself.

My mom used to tell me stories at night read books to me - and I read 'em over and over and over again. And you know what I learned from that? I went back and looked at everything - Why do I like reading the same stories over and over and over again? What was I some kind of nincompoop? No - the narrative gave me connection with my mom.

Many of my books come from what if questions that I can't answer things that I'm worried about as either a woman a wife a mom an American.

If you would ask my mom what books I liked growing up I liked Dr. Seuss.

Men do not understand books until they have a certain amount of life or at any rate no man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.

We cannot learn men from books.

Books are not men and yet they stay alive.

As far as I knew white women were never lonely except in books. White men adored them Black men desired them and Black women worked for them.

When I talked to my medical friends about the strange silence on this subject in American medical magazines and textbooks I gained the impression that here was a subject tainted with Socialism or with feminine sentimentality for the poor.

The whole story of the comfort women the system of forced sexual slavery the medical experiments of Unit 731 is not something that is in the US psyche. That is changing because many books are coming out.

It wasn't a good idea to work on 'Naked' in the first months of a marriage. I was living apart from my wife in a flat overflowing with books I was reading for the part.

I think I'm a combination of very simple pleasures and the fact I've read a lot of books. I don't think it's a binary opposition across the board in humans and I think I'm an example that it's not. I'm hosting gay marriage rallies and I have tons of guns at home. There's a lot of middle ground in the world and I'm one of those people.

I read somewhere that Mitt and I have a 'storybook marriage.' Well in the storybooks I read there were never long long rainy winter afternoons in a house with five boys screaming at once. And those storybooks never seemed to have chapters called MS or breast cancer.