...larger than life...I've never understood that expression. What's larger than life?

I'm not immune to the readers' desires. Sometimes they are my own, because I'm a reader, too. The readers' desire to know what really happened and what didn't. To have a glimpse into what's really the author and what isn't. I think we all have that and I wonder about what it means.

I finally understood that no matter what I did, or who I found, I-he-none of us-would ever be able to win over the memories she had of Dad, memories that soothed her even while they made her sad, because she'd built a world out of them she knew how to survive on even if no one else could.

I take almost no notes when I write. I have one notebook - this old green leather notebook that my dad gave me a decade ago.

Life in general in my experience gets deeper and deeper, more and more profound, more and more complex, the older one gets.

After she left everything fell apart. No Jew was safe. There were rumors of unfathomable things, and because we couldn't fathom them we failed to believe them, until we had no choice and it was too late. p 8

...larger than life...I've never understood that expression. What's larger than life?