A Letter Makes Ordinary Things Seem Important.

Vision Sometimes Comes In A Memory.

Characters More Or Less Present Themselves To Me. I Don't Know Their Origins. I Think If I Did, If I Seemed To Myself To Fabricate Them, I Could Not Induce Suspension Of Disbelief In Myself In The Way Writing Fiction Requires.

It's Not A Man's Working Hours That Is Important, It Is How He Spends His Leisure Time.

People Who Feel Any Sort Of Regret Where You Are Concerned Will Suppose You Are Angry, And They Will See Anger In What You Do, Even If You're Just Quietly Going About A Life Of Your Own Choosing. They Will Make You Doubt Yourself, Which, Depending On Cases, Can Be A Severe Distraction And A Waste Of Time. This Is A Thing I Wish I Had Understood Much Earlier Than I Did.

Of My Conception I Know Only What You Know Of Yours. It Occurred In Darkness And I Was Unconsenting... By Some Bleak Alchemy What Had Been Mere Unbeing Becomes Death When Life Is Mingled With It.