As poetic as "The Pianotuner"
There's not many quotes I wrote down. If I would have done so, half the book would be printed here.
When she thought of him now, she realized she couldn't remember his entire face, only fragments of it. He is ceasing to be, she thought, but then later she wondered: Maybe I am getting closer, to that place where a person breaks into pieces - a walk, a laugh, a smell, the strength in an arm. Isaias used to say this when they told stories of grandparents or aunts who were gone. Think, he said, of people you know, You don't know their faces, You know bits of them, their movement, their voice, The closer you are, the more broken they become.
Used this book while writing. Reading a few pages and then writing. It helped a lot to eliminate so many useless words, empty sentences.
