The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

He had never before felt so self-consciously young, nor experienced such appetite, such impatience for the story to begin.

was it possible that i was, in the modern term, in denial?

Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

This is how the entire course of a life can be changed - by doing nothing.

The trouble with being a daydreamer who doesn’t say much is that the teachers at school, especially those who don’t know you very well, are likely to think you’re rather stupid. Or, if not stupid, then dull. No one can see the amazing things that are going on in your head.