No one knew about the squirrelโs skull beneath Briony bed, but no one wanted to know.
Observing human variety can give pleasure, but so too can human sameness.
How can a novelist achieve atonement when, with her absolute power of deciding outcomes, she is also God?
When anything can happen, everything matters.
I find it very difficult to talk about unwritten works. It's never useful to start putting words casually around the flimsiest of notions. I finished Saturday only in late November and I'm now in the rather pleasant stage of traveling, reading and waiting.
Not everything people did could be in a correct, logical order, especially when they were alone.