Narrative tension is primarily about withholding information.

And feeling clever, I've always thought, is just a sigh away from being cheerful.

He who hesitates is not only lost, but miles from the next exit.

...the world she ran through loved her and would give her what she wanted and would let it happen.

You can spin stories out of the ways people understand and misunderstand each other.

There was, in my view, an unwritten contract with the reader that the writer must honour. No single element of an imagined world or any of its characters should be allowed to dissolve on an authorial whim. The invented had to be as solid and as self-consistent as the actual. This was a contract founded on mutual trust.

Find you, love you, marry you, and live without shame.