Wednesday, September 12, 2007

A Posthumous Life


He no longer wished to be dead. At the same time, it cannot be said that he was glad to be alive. But at least he did not resent it. He was alive, and the stubbornness of this fact had little by little begun to fascinate him--as if he had managed to outlive himself, as if he were somehow living a posthumous life. --Paul Auster