The places we have known do not belong only to the little world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. None of them was ever more than a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years. - Marcel Proust

Saturday, February 13, 2010

William Goyen

My favorite story of his is a 4-page short titled "Arthur Bond"

This, I highly recommend.

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