You live your life at the time you live it -- you don't have much of an overview when what's happening to you is still happening.
Most places we leave in childhood grow less, not more, fancy.
When I feel like being a director, I write a novel.
She sat keenly white and still among them, a witness to everything--maybe determining nothing, possibly judging it all.
When Jack Burns needed to hold his mother's hand, his fingers could see in the dark.
In the world according to her father, Jenny Garp knew, we must have energy. Her famous grandmother, Jenny Fields, once thought of us as Externals, Vital Organs, Absentees, and Goners. But in the world according to Garp, we are all terminal cases.