Names are a great mystery. I've never known whether the name is molded by the child or the child changed to fit the name. But you can be sure of this- whenever a human has a nickname it is a proof that the name given him was wrong.

The world was in her heart already, like the small spot of decay in a fruit.

he saw that it wasn’t just a circus, but an arena, just like everywhere.

That’s how we know we’re alive: we’re wrong. Maybe the best thing would be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But if you can do that–well, lucky you.

Written By Philip Roth

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