“There was no energy of a narrative in my family, not even the fervour of an elegy.”
“Reading, once begun, quickly becomes home and circle and court and family; and indeed, without narrative, I felt exiled from my own country.”
“A word is elegy to what it signifies.”
“My God, I could raise a family of six children and hold down a full-time job with all the energy I expend on depression!”
“I want to write an unreliable narrator. In fact, he’ll be so unreliable that I’m not even sure he’ll show up to narrate.”
“Hey No one makes me do anything. Not my family. Not your family...not even you.”