“I've become a collector of stories about unlikely returns: the sudden reappearance of the long-lost son, the father found, the lovers reunited after forty years. Once in awhile, a letter does fall behind a post office desk and lie there for years before it's finally discovered and delivered to the rightful address. The seemingly brain-dead sometimes wake up and start talking. I'm always on the lookout for proof that what is done can sometimes be undone.” YearsLongDoeSometimesDoneStoriesLyingFallFoundFatherLostBehindsBrainTalkingSonReturnLoversOfficeLettersWake UpProofPostsAddressesFortyDesksUnlikelyUndoneCollectorsPost OfficeReunitedBrain DeadOffice Desk Book:The Age of Miracles Source: The Age of Miracles
“Ah. My story. Are you certain you wish to hear it? It is long, unlikely, and remarkably unedifying -- shameful, even, to come from a minister's lips. Blasphemous, too, properly regarded.” LongStoriesCertainWishLipsMinistersUnlikelyShameful Book:We Never Talk about My Brother Source: We Never Talk about My Brother