Life, he thought, is a blatant act of imagination.

Sometimes what we want to do and what we must do are not the same. Pasquo, the smaller the space between your desire and what is right, the happier you will be.

This is what happens when you live in dreams, he thought: you dream this and you dream that and you sleep right through your life.

If a police officer arrests a mime, does he need to tell him he has the right to remain silent.

And even if they don't find what they're looking for, isn't it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?

His life was two lives now: the life he would have and the life he would forever wonder about.

The first fiction I ever wrote was short stories. I was writing short stories in my late teens and early twenties, and I think it's how you teach yourself to write.