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Nothing is more interesting than time: the days that are endless, the days that get away.
— Ann Patchett
writer, novelist
1963
Nothing is more interesting than time: the days that are endless, the days that get away.
He is fifteen and ten and five. He is an instant. He is flying back to her. He is hers again. She feels the weight of him in her chest as he comes into her arms. He is her son, her beloved child, and she takes him back.
You learn every time you write a book, and then you take that new knowledge and experience into the next book. Hopefully, every time, you raise the bar.
