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 IrvingHe had heard her say, so many times, that a society that approved of making abortion illegal was a society that approved of violence against women; that making abortion illegal was simply a sanctimonious, self-righteous form of violence against women- it was just another way of legalizing violence against women, Nurse Caroline would say.
John Irving