I knew each person's delusion, the places their records had scratched, where the sounds repeated.
Louise ErdrichShe had always been a readerโฆ but now she was obsessed. Since her discovery of the book hoard downstairs from her job, sheโd been caught up in one such collection of people and their doings after the nextโฆThe pleasure of this sort of life โ bookish, she supposed it might be called, a reading life โ had made her isolation into a rich and even subversive thing. She inhabited one consoling or horrifying persona after anotherโฆThat she was childless and husbandless and poor meant less once she picked up a book. Her mistakes disappeared into it. She lived with an invented force.
Louise ErdrichYou really need to approach each book as if you have been a failure. . . . If you start to believe your flap-copy, you're finished as a writer.
Louise ErdrichSo many things in the world have happened before. But it's like they never did. Every new thing that happens to a person, it's a first... In that night I felt expansion, as if the world was branching out in shoots and growing faster than the eye could see. I felt smallness, how the earth divided into bits and kept dividing. I felt stars.
Louise Erdrich