• Because I actively enjoy sleeping, dreams, the unexplainable dialogues that take place in my head as I am drifting off, all that, I tell myself that lying down to an afternoon nap that goes on and on through eternity is not something to be concerned about. What spoils this pleasant fancy is the recollection that when people are dead they don't read books. This I find unbearable.

    William Maxwell, Christopher Carduff (2008). “Later novels and stories: The château, So long, see you tomorrow, stories and improvisations, 1957-1999”