My father was one of those men who sit in a room and you can feel it: the simmer, the sense of some unpredictable force that might, at any moment, break loose, and do something terrible. [Burnside, p. 27]
John Burnside
He lied all the time even when there was no need to lie [..] He needed a _history_, a sense of self. [Burnside on his father, p. 22]
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All you have to do is choose the right day, the right weather, and you come upon a hidden place in the morning light where time stopped long before you were born
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