“It’s strange to reach a position where your friends have to be supplied with their own memories. It’s bad enough dealing with your own.” — James Thurber, The Art of Fiction No. 10, The Paris Review, Issue 10, Fall 1955
“It’s strange to reach a position where your friends have to be supplied with their own memories. It’s bad enough dealing with your own.” — James Thurber, The Art of Fiction No. 10, The Paris Review, Issue 10, Fall 1955