I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.

It's only after the change is fully formed that you can see what's happened.

The nicest characters in A Week in December research are, in fact, Muslims - and their religious devotion is one of the things that defines them.

If not just the brain but the quirks that made the individual were composed of recycled matter only, it was hard to be sure where the edges of one such being ended and another person began.

The end-of-summer winds make people restless.

Depression - that limp word for the storm of black panic and half-demented malfunction - had over the years worked itself out in Charlotte's life in a curious pattern. Its onset was often imperceptible: like an assiduous housekeeper locking up a rambling mansion, it noiselessly went about and turned off, one by one, the mind's thousand small accesses to pleasure.

We all operate on different levels of awareness. Half the time I don't know what I'm doing.