“But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back,
I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illuminated in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty,
that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.”
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illuminated in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty,
that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.”
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch