But I don't feel sad about it. Because Mother is dead. And because Mr. Shears isn't around anymore. So I would be feeling sad about something that isn't real and doesn't exist. And that would be stupid.

And this shows that sometimes people want to be stupid and they do not want to know the truth.

I suffer depression only in the sense that I am a writer. We don't have proper jobs to go to. We are on our own all day. Show me a writer who doesn't get depressed: who has a completely stable mood. They'd be a garage mechanic or something.

..because when we look up into the sky at night there will be no darkness, just the blazing light of billions and billions of stars, all falling.

Bore children, and they stop reading. There's no room for self-indulgence or showing off or setting the scene.

As a kid, I didn't read a great deal of fiction, and I've forgotten most of what I did read.

Lots of things are mysteries. But that doesn't mean there isn't an answer to them. It's just that scientists haven't found the answer yet.