It doubles your perception, to write from the point of view of someone you're not.

I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you.

Come. We must go deeper with no justice and no jokes.

This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell. They became half her world.

He walked out of the hospital into the sun, into open air for the first time in months, out of the green-lit rooms that lay like glass in his mind. He stood there breathing everything in, the hurry of everyone. First, he thought, I need shoes with rubber on the bottom. I need gelato.

You want to suggest something new, but at the same time, resolve the drama of the action in the novel.

Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with her like a child with schoolbooks and pencils. The day seems to have no order until these times, which are like a ledger for her, her body full of stories and situations.