All bad things are exaggerated in the middle of the night. When you lie awake, you only think of bad things.

We live, we die, we are remembered, we are forgotten.

What you end up remembering isn't always the same as what you have witnessed.

Was it the case that colours dimmed as the eye grew elderly? Or was it rather that in youth your excitement about the world transferred itself onto everything you saw and made it brighter?

Well, they each seem to do one thing well enough, but fail to realize that literature depends on doing several things well at the same time.

But that’s one advantage of fiction, you can speed up time.

The more you learn, the less you fear. "Learn" not in the sense of academic study, but in the practical understanding of life.