Thrillers are like life, more like life than you are.
The argument of danger only applies to those who live in relative safety.
I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing.
Sooner or later... one has to take sides. If one is to remain human.
I envied those who could believe in a God and I distrusted them. I felt they were keeping their courage up with a fable of the changeless and the permanent. Death was far more certain than God, and with death there would be no longer the possibility of love dying.
It is the storytellers task to elicit sympathy and a measure of understanding for those who lie outside the boundaries of State approval.