Looking at a cat, like looking at clouds or stars or the ocean, makes it difficult to believe there is nothing miraculous in this world.
There's hardly anywhere in literature where you don't find a triangle.
Of mystery there is no end. Of clarity, there is precious little.
Adultery is not about sex or romance. Ultimately, it is about how little we mean to one another.
I can only gesture at what makes a story good.
Some animals are secretive; some are shy. A cat is private.