“Owen meany who rarely wasted words and who had the conversation-stopping habit of dropping remarks like coins into a deep pool of water… remarks that sank, like truth, to the bottom of the pool where they would remain untouchable.”

—  John Irving, book A Prayer for Owen Meany

Source: A Prayer for Owen Meany

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American novelist and screenwriter 1942

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