One room is always enough for one person. Two rooms is not enough for two people. That is one of the conundrums in life.

Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world.

Like all familiar objects, it had become invisible.

I learned capacity for self-reflection very early, finding it through interior monologues that books are so good at and that visual media is so bad at because it's so boring - nothing's happening. In a book, you can be inside the narrator's head for 50 pages, and nothing needs to happen. Then you learn to be inside your own head without something needing to happen. It's a very good antidote to a crazy, restless, "what's next?" culture - that you can just be in your own head and nothing is happening except that this is a rich place. I love that.

The future is foretold from the past and the future is only possible because of the past. Without past and future, the present is partial. All time is eternally present and so all time is ours. There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming. Thus the present is made rich.

Many people feel their outer self isn't the whole self.

The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.