“As I reached the door, the constable said, “Good luck in Canada, son.” For a second I expected his voice to morph into Uncle Sid’s as he urged me to give his love to Rose Marie and the Mounties.” — Michael Wyndham Thomas Copy Share Image
“Often I felt like two people. One went into the world and did the living for the other, who was stuck in an endless moment of knowing. Yesterday was today and hereon in.” — Michael Wyndham Thomas Copy Share Image
“As I reached the door, the constable said, “Good luck in Canada, son.” For a second I expected his voice to morph into Uncle… — Michael Wyndham Thomas Copy Share Image
“Often I felt like two people. One went into the world and did the living for the other, who was stuck in an endless… — Michael Wyndham Thomas Copy Share Image
“The telegram was sealed – an old-fashioned touch, I thought, but then I’d never had a telegram before. I took my time opening it.… — Michael Wyndham Thomas Copy Share Image
“After that, nothing was the same. The very notion of my having a family turned vague, hard to credit, even weirdly jokey.” — Michael Wyndham Thomas Copy Share Image
“Next morning, we drank endless cups of coffee in the airport restaurant…Suddenly wide-eyed, she stared past me: “Good grief, some of the people they… — Michael Wyndham Thomas Copy Share Image
