She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.

“It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from …”

“All you have to do, I tell myself, is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It …”

“Writing of the narrative kind, and perhaps all writing, is motivated deep down,…”

“My parents are like younger, urchinlike brothers and sisters whose faces are di…”