When a reader finishes a wonderful story and lays it aside, he should have to pause for a minute and collect himself.
A man can go along obeying all the rules and then it don't matter a damn anymore.
Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.
In short, everything about his life was different for him at the bottom of that well.
What good are insights? They only make things worse.
Something’s died in me,” she goes. “It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.