Spoilt pleasure is a sad, unseemly thing; you can only bury it.
Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.
Roughly, the action of a character should be unpredictable before it has been shown, inevitable when it has been shown. In the first half of a novel, the unpredictability should be the more striking. In the second half, the inevitability should be the more striking.
Silences can be as different as sounds.
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
Sacrificers are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those they sacrifice.