It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.

My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.

Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness--how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I've got!

It was as unbelievable as the moon catching fire.

It is simple and brutal: a person can get used to anything, even to killing.

In a movie, you need good actors, whereas in a book, you don't, unless you have a really bad imagination. In a book, your imagination will do the acting for you. Also, the process of revelation is often different. Tension is achieved in a different way.

That's what fiction is about, isn't it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence?