Christopher Sebela

writer, wronger, rearranger

I AM DOOMED to remember a boy with a wrecked voice - not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.

A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving

A better opening line you will never ever find.

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