Returning library books today and thought I’d transcribe the quotations that I found compelling enough to bookmark.
I found Miriam Toews through a segment on This American Life.
A Complicated Kindness by Miriam Toews:
p. 227: It was the same feeling you get when you’ve spent a lot of time with a friend or relatives or someone and you’re kind of sick of them and want to be alone again but then the time comes for them to leave and suddenly more than anything you don’t want them to go and you act really nice again and run around doing things for them but you know that time is running out and then when they’re gone you’re kind of relieved but also sad that you hadn’t been a better friend and you tell yourself next time for sure I’ll be a better friend. And you kind of want to call them up and apologize for being a jerk but at the same time you don’t want to start something stupid and you hope that the feeling will just go away and that nobody hates you.
Not to worry, Melody, I didn’t feel that way after my weekend in St. Louis, but it’s pretty close to what I was feeling in the Poconos.
p. 240: He was going to use his enormous lung capacity to climb mountains and clean the garbage off the top of them for a couple years and I’d use mine to learn how to play the French Horn properly. And if none of that worked out, we’d just breathe.