We can sometimes love what we do not understand, but it is impossible completely to understand what we do not love.
I have an elbow that bends the wrong way, and I'd do things like stand in an elevator and the doors would close, and I'd pretend that my arm had got caught in it, and then I'd scream, 'Ow, ow, put it back!'
To each other, we were as normal and nice as the smell of bread. We were just a family. In a family even exaggerations make perfect sense.

