She sat keenly white and still among them, a witness to everything--maybe determining nothing, possibly judging it all.
John IrvingKnow the story before you fall in love with your first sentence. If you donโt know the story before you begin the story, what kind of a storyteller are you? Just an ordinary kind, just a mediocre kind โ making it up as you go along, like a common liar.
John IrvingPlot is a map and I begin with it. It is what made me admire the novels of the 19th century; that the stories are foreshadowed. Theyรre going someplace.
John Irving