My memories pale as I prevail upon them again and again. They become more and more ghostly. I fear nothing so much as losing them altogether and having only my blank endless mind to live in.
E. L. DoctorowAnd so do people pass out of one's life and all you can remember of them is their humanity, a poor fitful thing of no dominion, like your own.
E. L. DoctorowWe dress them [children] in the presumptions of the world. They are the bright small face of hope. They are the last belief we have, the belief in making them believe.
E. L. DoctorowA new reader shouldn't be able to find you in your work, though someone who's read more may begin to.
E. L. Doctorow