"I grew up hiding in the library aisles with Nancy Drew, and Trixie Belden, and the Boxcar Children. They are, I believe, the secret portal to other-worlds. Who needs wardrobes when you have a library?"
Death Postponed, 2017
"When I was 15, I worked in the town library as a page for one dollar an hour. It was one of the few jobs I wasn't fired from. My first novel was published 57 years later."
Water Signs, 2017
"I love libraries! I'm the kid who rode my bike to the library every few days, returning with a stack of novels in my bike basket. My mother used to say, 'Get your nose out of that book and go out and play.' But I never did. I still have my nose in a book."
Carpe Diem, Illinois, 2014
"Libraries -- where adventures happen."
Death of a Bachelorette, 2017
"The very first library I went to when I was a little girl in Brooklyn (some time in the Mesozoic Era) was on a side street, on the second floor, above a small business. My mother took me there once a week, and gave me the gift of reading, a gift I have treasured all my life. One night, a man approached me and asked if he could take my picture. He sat me on a chair, had me pretend I was reading Charlotte's Web (a book, I'm ashamed to admit, I never read), took my picture, and submitted it in a photo contest. It won honorable mention. So I guess you could say I got my first taste of public recognition at the Midwood branch of the Brooklyn Public Library."
Domestic Affairs: A Tiara Investigations Mystery, 2014
"If a building can pay you a compliment, that's just what a library does. A library will believe in your potential your whole life."
Killing Thyme, 2016
"In my travels as an author, I have been delighted to see, again and again, that the smaller the library, the bigger the welcome."
A Stitch To Die For (An Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mystery, Book 5), 2015
"From the time I learned to read the library provided me with an escape from an unhappy childhood, introducing me to new worlds and new possibilities that gave me hope for a brighter future."
All the Wrong Places, 2015
"I can date my desire to become a writer to the day I read a poem entitled "What" by Stephen Dunn. I was twenty years old and the closing stanza stopped me in my tracks: people die between birthdays and go on for years; what stops things for a moment are the words you've found for the last bit of light you think there is. Pretty much says it all."