Every Man With His Own Peculiar Vice.

I'm A Complete And Utter Fiction. Then Again, We All Are.

...it Was Necessary To Love Silence, But Before You Could Love Silence You Had To Have Noise.

Life Must Pass Through Difficulty In Order To Achieve Any Modicum Of Beauty.

He Didn't Like It All That Much When He First Came - All The Rubbish And The Rush - But It Was Growing On Him, It Wasn't Half Bad. Coming To The City Was Like Entering A Tunnel, He Said, And Finding To Your Surprise That The Light At The End Didn't Matter; Sometimes In Fact The Tunnel Made The Light Tolerable.

Téa Obreht Is The Most Thrilling Literary Discovery In Years