“It was as if I were an oyster and somebody forced a grain of sand into my shell – a grain of sand that I didn’t know was there and didn’t particularly welcome. Then a pearl started forming around the grain and it irritated me, made me angry, tortured me sometimes. But the oyster can’t help becoming obsessed with the pearl.”

“It was as if I were an oyster and somebody forced a grain of sand into my shell – a grain of sand that I didn’t know was there and didn’t particularly welcome. Then a pearl started forming around the grain and it irritated me, made me angry, tortured me sometimes. But the oyster can’t help becoming obsessed with the pearl.”

— Truman Capote