My Life Was Incoherent To Me. I

Imagination Has To Do With One's Awareness Of The Reality Of Other People As Well As Of One's Own Reality. Imagination Is A Bridge Between The Provincialism Of The Self And The Great World.

Life Was An Impenetrable Mystery Cloaked In Babble.

Freedom Is A Public Library.

A Good Novel Begins With A Small Question And Ends With A Bigger One.

It Was Hard To Reassure Grown-ups When You Weren't Certain Yourself What You Were Feeling And Thinking—when Thoughts Dissolved Before You Could Name Them.