I live in Amsterdam. I wear interesting socks.
(now I’m even losing my name—it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)”
“Writers imagine that they cull stories from the world. I’m beginning to believe that vanity makes them think so. That it’s actually the other way around. Stories cull writers from the world. Stories reveal themselves to us. The public narrative, the private narrative - they colonize us. They commission us. They insist on being told. Fiction and nonfiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons that I don’t fully understand, fiction dances out of me, and nonfiction is wrenched out by the aching, broken world I wake up to every morning.”
that tells you
all the things
they love about you
without you ever
having to ask.”
NYT: What books are you embarrassed not to have read yet?