What is possible and what is not possible is not objectively known but is, rather, a subjective belief on the part of the author and of the reader.

All responsible writers, to some degree, have become involuntary criers of doom, because doom is in the wind

The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the cabinet door, I hated my life… My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.

What scared me the most was when my father would put on the gasmask. His face would disappear... This was not a human being at all.

Everything is true,' he said. 'Everything anybody has ever thought.' 'Will you be all right?' 'I'll be all right,' he said, and thought, And I'm going to die. Both those are true, too.

I mean, knowing people, people are terrified of the unknown and they want to just kill the unknown.

Skill is a function of chance. It’s an intuitive best-use of chance situations.