The voice of the nickly reflection of the moon was not as deep as you might expect. It was a singerโs voice, though, a tenor, one that loved itself without reservation. โI feel time like you dream. Your dreams are jumbled. You canโt remember the order of your dreams, and when you recall them, the memories bend. Faces change. Itโs all in puddles and ripples. Thatโs what time is for me.
Dave EggersI think almost every writer in the world would hope that books would be always talked about with respect and civility and depth and seriousness.
Dave EggersSuffering is only suffering if itโs done in silence, in solitude. Pain experienced in public, in view of loving millions, was no longer pain. It was communion.
Dave Eggers