"Every life is inexplicable, I kept telling myself. No matter how many facts are told, no matter how many details are given, the essential thing resists telling. To say that so and so was born here and went there, that he did this and did that, that he married this woman and had these children, that he lived, that he died, that he left these books or this battle or that bridge - none of that tells us very much. No one can cross the boundary into another - for the simple reason that no one can gain access to himself"
Auster, The locked room