'"All right, I'll tell you. I'm a gifted thief. I lie fluently, often for no reason. I'm a bad but confirmed drunk. I have no talent for friendship. What talents I do have I make no use of . I am aware instantly and almost obsessively of anything fragile, with the thought that I must and will break it. This has been true of me my whole life. I isolate myself as a way of limiting the harm I can do. And here I am with a wife! Of whom I know more than you have any hint of, to whom I could do a thousand kinds of harm, never meaning to...'"
Marilynne Robinson, Jack, p.228.
