Literature, when it is occurring, is the correspondence of two agoraphobics. It is lonely and waited for, brilliant and pure and frightened, a marriage of birds, a conversation for the blind. When biography intrudes upon this act between reader and author, it may do so in the smallest of vehicles — photographs, book jacket copy, rumors — parked quietly outside. In its more researched and critical form — the biography — it may nose into the house proper.
-Lorrie Moore, See What Can Be Done “John Cheever”