I don't think immediate tragedy is a very good source of art. It can be, but too often it's raw and painful and un-dealt-with. Sometimes art can be a really good escape from the intolerable, and a good place to go when things are bad, but that doesn't mean you have to write directly about the bad thing; sometimes you need to let time pass, and allow the thing that hurts to get covered with layers, and then you take it out, like a pearl, and you make art out of it.

They could not truly look dead, because they did not ever look alive.

What power would Hell have if those imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?

You can take for granted that people know more or less what a street, a shop, a beach, a sky, an oak tree look like. Tell them what makes this one different.

Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside.

Never use five words if you can get away with one, eh? I've known dead men talk more than you do.

What do I do now?” “I don’t know. Fade away, perhaps. Or find another role.