The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.

Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved.

It takes great personal courage to let yourself appear weak.

This diagnosis can be done in about two lines. It doesn't engage anybody.

Nothing brings you together like a common enemy.

That sometimes human beings have to just sit in one place and, like, hurt. That you will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do. That there is such a thing as raw, unalloyed, agendaless kindness. That it is possible to fall asleep during an anxiety attack. That concentrating on anything is very hard work.

It's probably hard to feel any sort of Romantic spiritual connection to nature when you have to make your living from it.