I’m always collecting quotations. I can talk about fundraising through novels and pop song lyrics.
I just finished this great novel. The Trespassers by Tana French.
Cop story. Very mysterious. Lots of twists and turns. Magnificent writing.
Which person is telling which story. And which story is real or so real or a lie or it’s my story and you begin adding to it and then it’s our story and then….
“When you were with her, you found yourself coming up with stories.”
Telling a made-up story: “It felt magical. As if the whole thing had actually happened but somehow we’d both forgotten.”
“She told me she loved bookshops. Magic, she said, specially small ones like this; you always felt like you might find the one book you’d been looking for all your life, at the back of some shelf.”
I use these kinds of quotations in articles and in the books I write. Almost mystical. So full of … feelings. Meanings. Understandings
I made up tons of stories, elaborate stories… To help me fall asleep. To mitigate the boredom in long car rides. I’d pick them up later. You know, the next chapter.
I do that now. With winning the lottery. My social justice foundation and staff. Gifts to siblings. A flat in Paris. Specific gifts to specific causes. (But damn. I keep forgetting to buy lottery tickets!)