The history of a city was like the history of a familyโthere is closeness and even affection, but death eventually separates everyone from each other. It is only the vividness of memory that keeps the dead alive forever; a writerโs job is to imagine everything so personally that the fiction is as vivid as our personal memories.
John IrvingShe sat keenly white and still among them, a witness to everything--maybe determining nothing, possibly judging it all.
John Irving