“ He did it because he could not help himself, which explains everything and nothing ”
This pain is comfort. It is the solace of physicality, like a touch.
~ Johnny Rich
Doing nothing was as honourable as any available course of action. Think of Hamlet, think of Job, think of Jesus before Pilate.
Like all fiction, my lies are just my efforts to be truer than the truth.
The characters act for reasons that they can’t control and, as readers, we have to believe in their motivations, their sense of choice and in the reality of their suffering, even though, deep down, we know it’s all just puppetry on the part of the writer.
