INTERVIEWER: Do you remember when you started reading?
SONTAG: When I was three, I’m told. Anyway, I remember reading real books— biographies, travel books—when I was about six. And then free fall into Poe and Shakespeare and Dickens and the Brontës and Victor Hugo and Schopenhauer and Pater, and so on. I got through my childhood in a delirium of literary exaltations.
– Susan Sontag, “The Art of Fiction No. 143,” The Paris Review (No. 137, Winter 1995)