“When you're in the middle of a story, it isn't a story at all but rather a
confusion, a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and
splintered wood, like a house in a whirlwind or else a boat crushed by the
icebergs or swept over the rapids, and all aboard are powerless to stop it. It's
only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all, when you're telling
it to yourself or someone else.”
Narrator, The Stories We Tell.
