Nothing on earth in fiction is less interesting than characters under the influence of alcohol.

Let good people sin. Give virtue to rotters.

Plot does not simply move with time, but spreads out conceptually in metaphorical space.

What a strange thing it is to recognize a sound like the shriek of a wounded animal, when you've never heard the shriek of a wounded animal.

Our salvation never comes in the form we would have chosen.

There's something about a parenthesis in fiction that puts one off, saying, "It's me, moi, jumping in now."

Nothing on earth in fiction is less interesting than characters under the influence of alcohol.