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“But finally my own version of God came to me in a dream, complete with a name: Corambe. He was a warm and compassionate being with a tender and unwavering regard for me. He had the humanity of Jesus and the radiant beauty of the angel Gabriel. He was graceful and poetic and ever attentive to my feelings. And though he was a male, he nonetheless dressed oftentimes in women’s clothes.”
― Elizabeth Berg, The Dream Lover: A Novel of George Sand

“When my sons asked the reason for my trip, I said that I needed to conduct research for my book. What is it about? the younger one asked. He was constantly writing stories, as many as three a day, and would not have been troubled by such a question concerning his own writing. For a long time he’d spelled the words as he thought they might be spelled, without any spaces between them, which, like the Torah’s unbroken string of letters, opened his writing to infinite interpretations. He had only begun to ask us how things were spelled once he’d started to use the electric typewriter he was given for his birthday, as if it were the machine that had demanded it of him—the machine, with its air of professionalism and the reproach of its giant space bar, that required that what was written on it be understood. But my son himself remained ambivalent about the matter. When he wrote by hand, he returned to his old habits.”
― Nicole Krauss, Forest Dark

“The mind has a way of protecting the heart, of turning one’s gaze in a certain direction, away from what it should focus on. One”
― Elizabeth Berg, The Dream Lover: A Novel of George Sand

“perhaps no parent can truly see their child. When we look we see only the mirror of our own faults.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe