People pursue things. As soon as they have them they run away from them.

And because nobody's done it before, they haven't made up rules to stop anyone doing that again, yet.

And I would try and walk far enough away that people would not assume I was with him.

This is a work of fiction. Still, given an infinite number of possible worlds, it must be true on one of them. And if a story set in an infinite number of possible worlds is true in one of them, then it must be true in all of them. So maybe, it's not as fictional as we think.

I don't know if any single book made me want to write. C.S. Lewis was the first writer to make me aware that somebody was writing the book I was reading - these wonderful parenthetical asides to the reader.

Children, as I have said, use back ways and hidden paths, while adults take roads and official paths.

Rules and responsibilities: these are the ties that bind us. We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves. I will do what I have to do. And I will do what I must.