To be fair to them, they were only after something that walled them off from the past and from people in general, not something that offered any connection that might prove painful or human. Thet wanted stories, I came to realise, in which they were already imprisoned, not stories in which they appeared along with the storyteller, accomplices in escaping.
Richard Flanagan, Gould's Book of Fish: A Novel in Twelve Fish
literature, stories, the-novel, transcendence