Water is the exile, carried back in cans and flasks, the ghost between your hands and your mouth.
Truth, at the wrong time, can be dangerous.
You want to suggest something new, but at the same time, resolve the drama of the action in the novel.
Sadness is very close to hate.
A novel is a mirror walking down a road
She entered the story knowing she would emerge from it feeling she had been immersed in the lives of others, in plots that stretched back twenty years, her body full of sentences and moments, as if awaking from sleep with a heaviness caused by unremembered dreams.