The 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 IrvingNewspapers are even worse for me than ice cream; headlines, and the big issues that generate the headlines, are pure fat.
John IrvingYOU LET ME DROWN!โ Owen said. โYOU DIDNโT DO ANYTHING! YOU JUST WATCHED ME DROWN! IโM ALREADY DEAD!โ he told us. โREMEMBER THAT: YOU LET ME DIE.
John Irving