“ What we remember from childhood we remember forever-permanent ghosts stamped imprinted eternally seen. ”
If a novel's salient aim is virtue, I want to throw it against the wall.
~ Cynthia Ozick
Get thee to the novel! - the novel, that word-woven submarine, piloted by intimation and intuition, that will dive you to the deeps of the heart's maelstrom.
Lie, illusion, deception, she said--was that it truly, the universal language we all speak?
A writer is dreamed and transfigured into being by spells, wishes, goldfish, silhouettes of trees, boxes of fairy tales dropped in the mud, uncles' and cousins' books, tablets and capsules and powders...and then one day you find yourself leaning here, writing on that round glass table salvaged from the Park View Pharmacy--writing this, an impossibility, a summary of who you came to be where you are now, and where, God knows, is that?