Nobody changes. Nobody gets hurt.
Change was everywhere. People were gone, or changed, and that was almost like being gone.
When you're a child you're the center of everything. Everything happens for you. Other people? They're only ghosts furnished for you to talk to.
Many a trip continues long after movement in time and space have ceased.
Maybe not having time to think is not having the wish to think.
When I face the desolate impossibility of writing five hundred pages, a sick sense of failure falls on me, and I know I can never do it. Then gradually, I write one page and then another. One day's work is all I can permit myself to contemplate.