So we dream on. Thus we invent our lives. We give ourselves a sainted mother, we make our father a hero; and someoneโs older brother and someoneโs older sister โ they become our heroes too. We invent what we love and what we fear. There is always a brave lost brother โ and a little lost sister, too. We dream on and on: the best hotel, the perfect family, the resort life. And our dreams escape us almost as vividly as we can imagine them.
John Irving(Baseball) is a game with a lot of waiting in it; it is a game with increasingly heightened anticipation of increasingly limited action
John IrvingThe 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 IrvingI've always preferred writing in longhand. I've always written first drafts in longhand.
John IrvingAnd Father said, โThere are no happy endings.โ โRight!โ cried Iowa Bob โ an odd mixture of exuberance and stoicism in his cracked voice. โDeath is horrible, final, and frequently premature,โ Coach Bob declared. โSo what?โ my father said. โRight!โ cried Iowa Bob. โThatโs the point: So what?โ Thus the family maxim was that an unhappy ending did not undermine a rich and energetic life. This was based on the belief that there were no happy endings.
John Irving