The aim of literature… is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.
The aim of literature… is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.
“Often it’s only when you tell something that you come to see its true shape. I believe this to be one of life’s great lessons. Thus nightly I narrate my story to the generations of kinfolk gathered around my hearth — really a hot-plate and the TV with the sound turned down.”
Edmond Caldwell