My novels are often about people who are in love or attracted to each other.
The last thing you know about yourself is your effect.
We keep a journal to entrap that collection of selves that forms us, the individual human being.
It's amazing how sudden the effect is - it must be the result of a deep atavistic mating urge buried inside us. A glance and you think: 'Yes, this is the one, this one is right for me.' Every instinct in your body seems to sing in unison.
I have to start my real life soon, before I die of boredom and frustration.
There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone.