Farming life seemed a perpetual-motion machine, or an effect of gravity, something cyclic and unstoppable. Bad Blood: A Memoir (2000)
The only person who knew what was in the books was my mother's brother, Uncle Bill, and affected to despise them. He said that fiction was a waste of time, the opium of the bourgeoisie, that you had to get a real grip on the facts of life. Bad Blood: A Memoir (2000)