Russell Hoban 1925 – 2011
More and more I find that life is a series of disappearances followed usually but not always by reappearances; you disappear from your morning self and reappear as your afternoon self; you disappear from feeling good and reappear feeling bad. And people, even face to face and clasped in each other’s arms, disappear from each other.
Fremder, Russell Hoban
December 14th, 2011 at 4:05 pm
Loved his stuff. Strange mind. Amazing writer.