A novelist is, like all mortals, more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past.
Vladimir NabokovAda girl, adored girl, [...] I'm a radiant void. I'm convalescing after a long and dreadful illness. You cried over my unseemly scar, but now life is going to be nothing but love and laughter, and corn in cans. I cannot brood over broken hearts, mine is too recently mended.
Vladimir Nabokov