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Another of my stuffed animals was a giraffe, covered with strange pink wartime oilcloth. Why was his name Squirrely? Search me. During a motorboat trip, Squirrely went overboard ... But the next spring, there was Squirrely, floating in the lake and not much the worse for his ordeal.
Narratives could change. Disasters could be reversed. Redemption was possible. The dead could live again. Miracles could happen.

Every writer is at least two beings: the one who lives and the one who writes. Every question and answer session at a book event is an illusion. It's the one doing the living, not the one doing the writing who is present on such occasions. How could the writer be there, since no writing is being done at that moment? Like Jekyll and Hyde ...

[from the Introduction, actually page xix]