A Prayer for Owen Meany: A Novel

Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with a will of its own.

It's a no-win argument-that business of what we're born with and what our environment does to us. And it's a boring argument, because it simplifies the mysteries that attend both our birth and our growth.

in New Hampshire-we tend to think that if you don't know where you're going, you don't belong where you are.