Edmund White Quote

We lived one year in a suburb so new it was still being built in fields of red clay: a neat grid of streets named after songbirds was being dropped like a lattice of dough over a pie. Up and down Robin and Tanager and Bluebird I raced my bike; in a storm I pedaled so fast I hoped to catch up with the wind-driven rain. As I sped into the riddling wet warmth I shook my right hand according to a magical formula of my own. The universe, signaled by its master, groaned, revolved, released a flash of lightning. At last the imagination, like a mold on an orange, was covering the globe of my mind.


Chapter Three (p. 81) - A Boy's Own Story (1982)


We lived one year in a suburb so new it was still being built in fields of red clay: a neat grid of streets named after songbirds was being dropped...

We lived one year in a suburb so new it was still being built in fields of red clay: a neat grid of streets named after songbirds was being dropped...

We lived one year in a suburb so new it was still being built in fields of red clay: a neat grid of streets named after songbirds was being dropped...

We lived one year in a suburb so new it was still being built in fields of red clay: a neat grid of streets named after songbirds was being dropped...