David Mitchell

People are masks, with masks under those masks, and masks under those, and down you go.

TIME IS, TIME WAS, TIME IS NOT.

You pay an army for a thousand days to use it on one.

Grief’s an amputation, but hope’s incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.

Truth has this habit of changing after the fact, too, don’t you find?

‘The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven’

Death’s life’s only guarantee

No. Come in, sit down. Are you young, healthy, and strong, Luisa?”
“Yes.” Luisa sits on boxes. “Why?”
“Because what I gotta say about your article on this unsubstantiated cover-up at Seaboard will, frankly, leave you old, sick, and weak.”

The only answer can be ‘There is no “Why.” This is our nature.’ ‘Who’ and ‘What’ run deeper than ‘Why.’