Once upon a time, novelists of the 19th century, such as Charles Dickens, published in serial form.

Disease has always been a much bigger killer of human beings than wars.

If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.

I suppose it's everyone's fate to be reduced to quaintness by those younger than themselves.

The past is a closed door.

we lived in the gaps between the stories

We understand more than we know.