How often had that hydrant even been opened? Did you jet water through a car window, what, twice at best? Summer burned just a few afternoons long, in the end. As for flying, Dose never even glanced at the sky. Flying was a summer within a summer, a whim. So why think of it at all?
Jonathan LethemSome people have things written all over their faces; the big guy had a couple of words misspelled in crayon on his.
Jonathan LethemWriting is physical for me. I always have the sense that the words are coming out of my body, not just my mind.
Jonathan Lethem