After this strange week, this is the passage that rose up from the depths and grabbed me.

Chapter 1, Page 1, Opening Lines:

“What it begins with, I know finally, is the kernel of meanness in people’s hearts.  I don’t know exactly how or why it gets inside us; that’s one of the mysteries I haven’t solved yet.  I always tried to close my eyes and believe that angels, invisible in their gossamer dresses, were keeping their loving vigil.  I learned slowly, that if you don’t look at the world with perfect vision, you’re bound to get yourself cooked.  Even though I may still be looking through the dark glass, even though I haven’t finished learning the lessons, I’m the only one who tells the story from beginning to end.”

Check out the complexity ands set up of those sentences.  My god.  A master at work.  Happy writing everyone.  I feel inspired.