Nearly everything seems a letdown after a writer has finished writing something.

but writers, Garp knew, were just observers - good and ruthless imitators of human behavior.

More than a half, maybe as much as two-thirds of my life as a writer is rewriting. I wouldn't say I have a talent that's special. It strikes me that I have an unusual kind of stamina.

There was no manifestation of contemporary culture that did not indicate to my grandmother how steadfast was the nation's decline, how merciless our mental and moral deterioration, how swiftly all-embracing our final decadence. I never saw her read a book again; but she referred to books often - as if they were shrines and cathedrals of learning that television had plundered and then abandoned.

What has been violated here is your freedom of choice, and every woman's freedom of choice, too.

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.

In a school community, someone who reads a book for some secretive purpose, other than discussing it, is strange. What was she reading for?