“Please, I know nothing of the world, except my father is lost in it.”
“I know nothing except the fact of my ignorance.”
“You’re not dirty, or bad, or wrong, or anything that ass of a father told you,” he whispered, kissing the swell of her breast. “I honestly don’t know what you are.”“Ryker, please.”“Except mine.”
“I am lost in my world,invisible - unknown.Moon please lend meyour light that someonewill me see me.”
“For want of my father, I was lost.”
“When (The World According To) Garp was published, people who’d lost children wrote to me. ‘’I lost one, too,’’ they told me. I confessed to them that I hadn’t lost any children. I’m just a father with a good imagination. In my imagination, I lose my children every day. (afterword)”