“My new professor, with his reading list of Central and Eastern European literature, had handed me a vast map with so much good territory to explore.”
“If I could write a eulogy for him, convey his value in a single page of prose, then how could I justify wasting 80,000 words on invented characters whom I felt nothing for?”
“It feels reassuring to write everything you remember, how it all felt. But to write well sometimes involves rejecting reassurance.”
“It was a move obviously born of desperation. And ever since, Jeb has had a little piece of my heart.”
“A journal isn’t about the self, but for it.”
“There’s a lot of stuff that isn’t in the story explicitly, but it’s helpful that I still figure it out.”