"I mean, the world is so magnificent. I feel like we’re surrounded by gates and portals that are portals into—I don’t know—into more life." ~Marie Howe
Let’s see ourselves as fragile daisies in an iron chain, strung painstakingly by children at a green painted picnic table behind a Victorian house by a lake that we loved but can never find again.
To inhabit someone else’s body in prose is to be a kind of foreigner—an outsider with an insider’s access. And isn’t that why we read? ~Lidia Yuknavitch
Like a cruise ship slowly turning, the story will start to alter course via ... thousands of incremental adjustments ~George Saunders on the art of revision
