How Different Each Death Is, And Yet

The Bereaved Cannot Communicate With The Unbereaved.

People Have Obsessions And Fears And Passions Which They Don't Admit To. I Think Every Character Is Interesting And Has Extremes. It's The Novelist Privilege To See How Odd Everyone Is.

There Is No Substitute For The Comfort Supplied By The Utterly Taken-for-granted Relationship.

It Was Like Hunting Fish With An Underwater Gun, A Sport Which He Had Once Been Foolish Enough To Try. At One Moment There Is The Fish - Graceful, Mysterious, Desirable And Free - And The Next Moment There Is Nothing But Struggling And Blood And Confusion.

The Sin Of Pride May Be A Small Or A Great Thing In Someone's Life, And Hurt Vanity A Passing Pinprick, Or A Self-destroying Or Ever Murderous Obsession.