All This Beethoven And Rain

We All Have An Old Knot In The Heart We Wish To Untie.

I Don't See Novels Ending With Any Real Sense Of Closure.

All I Ever Wanted Was A World Without Maps.

Every Immigrant Family, It Seems, Has Someone Who Does Not Belong In The New Country They Have Come To. It Feels Like Permanent Exile To That One Brother Or Wife Who Cannot Stand A Silent Fate In Boston Or London Or Melbourne. I’ve Met Many Who Remain Haunted By The Persistent Ghost Of An Earlier Place.

The Past Is Still, For Us, A Place That Is Not Safely Settled.