To each other, we were as normal and nice as the smell of bread. We were just a family. In a family even exaggerations make perfect sense. |
To her, ... celebrities at the party were not movie stars but the actual characters they'd played. Unfortunately, these movies had overlapped in her mind -- to the extent that she'd merged the plots of several different films into one incomprehensible epic. ... |
We invent what we love, and what we fear |
Writing a novel is actually searching for victims. As I write I keep looking for casualties. The stories uncover the casualties. |
You can't impose your political feelings on your children, ... I thought about it, but I didn't think about it very torturously or hard. I'm 63 years old, and I'm not naïve enough to think that my staying in Vermont would have any influence on the first lady or her husband. |
You've got to get obsessed and stay obsessed. |
You've got to get obsessed and stay obsessed. |
Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you! |
Your memory is a monster; you forget - it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you - and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you! |