John Updike (1932-2009)
At the age of seventeen I was poorly dressed and funny looking and went around thinking of myself in the third person. "Alan Dow strode down the street and home." "Alan Dow smiled a thin sardonic smile." Consciousness of a special destiny had made me both arrogant and shy.
-John Updike, the opening lines of the short story "Flight" from Olinger Stories, reprinted in John Updike: The Early Stories 1953-1975 (Alfred A. Knopf, 2003)