A star appeared...and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.

The mask was a thing on it's own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self-conciousness.

I am here; and here is nowhere in particular.

Consider a man riding a bicycle. Whoever he is, we can say three things about him. We know he got on the bicycle and started to move. We know that at some point he will stop and get off. Most important of all, we know that if at any point between the beginning and the end of his journey he stops moving and does not get off the bicycle he will fall off it. That is a metaphor for the journey through life of any living thing, and I think of any society of living things.

Couldn't a fire outrun a galloping horse?

I hope my books make statements about our general condition.

A crowd of grade-three thinkers, all shouting the same thing, all warming their hands at the fire of their own prejudices, will not thank you for pointing out the contradictions in their beliefs. Man is a gregarious animal, and enjoys agreement as cows will graze all the same way on the side of a hill.