I enjoyed reading all the interviews. I loved this book.
Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there.
This is what most girls are taught — that we should be slender and small. We should not take up space. We should be seen and not heard, and if we are seen, we should be pleasing to men, acceptable to society. And most women know this, that we are supposed to disappear, but it‘s something that needs to be said, loudly, over and over again, so that we can resist surrendering to what is expected of us.” (p. 13)
I know that wholeness is not everything and that if you will give an eye for a prize you‘ll be a sure winner.
Dallas Wiebe from the short story “Night Flight to Stockholm.”