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“Ever since I could think I have had such profound anxieties about asserting my spiritual existence that I was indifferent to everything else.”
― Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father

“When I was so alone I thought I might die, I got a public library card.”
― Maria DeBlassie, Weep, Woman, Weep

“No young woman of means has gone through her entire life without at least once surveying her opportunities and wishing for a dragon instead.”
― John Wiswell, Someone You Can Build a Nest In

“The novel is ultimately about a frustrated, stunted identity: its main character—or uncentered polyphonous narrator—is an imbunche, a thwarted, mutilated man enclosed within various prisons both chosen and imposed, and he struggles to be seen and to communicate in a world that shifts from realistic to monstrous to sordid. He ultimately becomes the old cronesâ€� swaddled baby, reduced to a toy, to memory and myth, to a grunt and a scream. Donoso,”
― José Donoso, The Obscene Bird of Night: unabridged, centennial edition