Where Would The Irish Be Without Someone

One Can Suffer A Convulsion Of One's Entire Nature, And, Unless It Makes Some Noise, No One Notices. It's Not Just That We Are Incurious; We Completely Lack Any Sense Of Each Other's Existences.

Imagination Of My Kind Is Most Caught, Most Fired, Most Worked Upon By The Unfamiliar: I Have Thrivenon The Changes And Chances, The Dislocations Andcontrasts Which Have Made Up So Much Of My Life.

Dialogue In Fiction Is What Characters Do To One Another.

Without Fiction, Either Life Would Be Insufficient Or The Winds From The North Would Blow Too Cold.

Life Is A Succession Of Readjustments.