All human existence is a trick of light.
I am ashamed every day, and more ashamed the next.
She became confused when she stepped onto an escalator that wasn't working.
There is a set of balances and rhythms to a novel that we can't experience in real life. So I think there is a sense in which fiction can rescue history from confusion.
Maybe when we die, the first thing we'll say is 'I know this feeling. I was here before'.
War is the form nostalgia takes when men are hard-pressed to say something good about their country.