Cynthia Ozick

Cynthia Ozick

 
 
 
A writer is dreamed and transfigured into being by spells, wishes, goldfish, silhouettes of trees, boxes of fairy tales dropped in the mud, uncles’ and cousins’ books, tablets and capsules and powders...and then one day you find yourself leaning here, writing on that round glass table salvaged from the Park View Pharmacy—writing this, an impossibility, a summary of who you came to be where you are now, and where, God knows, is that?
— Cynthia Ozick
 
 
Jerzy Kosinski

Jerzy Kosinski

Allegra Goodman

Allegra Goodman

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