Language is the instrument in all cases and can language be trusted?If it were not for language, could we lie?

For madness must be punished in a world in which mere sanity is prized. The revenge of the ordinary upon the gifted.

After my parents passed away - in 2000 and 2003 - I felt I could take the time to think about the past and imagine what it would have been like to be my grandmother.

The strangeness of Time. Not in its passing, which can seem infinite, like a tunnel whose end you can't see, whose beginning you've forgotten, but in the sudden realization that something finite, has passed, and is irretrievable.

We are the species that clamors to be lied to.

It is important for me to discover the ideal title, for without this title the story or novel isn't quite in focus.

Ambitious, absorbing, and poignantly moving.