You tell them what a happy ending consists of, which is always individual success. You tell them that nothing irrational exists in this world, which is a lie. You tell them that conflict only exists only to be neatly resolved, and that everyone who is poor wants to be rich, and everyone who is ill wants to get better, and everyone who gets involved in crime comes to a bad end, and that love should be pure. You tell them that despite all this they are special, that the world revolves around them.
I always got a bit pissed off with those broadsheet sceptics who make their living being passionately angry about homeopathy, God, synchronicity or w… - Scarlett Thomas
I always got a bit pissed off with those broadsheet sceptics who make their living being passionately angry about homeopathy, God, synchronicity or w…
- Scarlett Thomas
In some ways I'm a frustrated scientist or mathematician. The amount of times I've thought I'd go back to university and do theoretical physics becau… - Scarlett Thomas
In some ways I'm a frustrated scientist or mathematician. The amount of times I've thought I'd go back to university and do theoretical physics becau…
If something wants to be a story, it will be. - Scarlett Thomas
If something wants to be a story, it will be.
Some writers, notably Anton Chekov, argue that all characters must be admirable, because once we've looked at anyone deeply enough and understood the… - Scarlett Thomas
Some writers, notably Anton Chekov, argue that all characters must be admirable, because once we've looked at anyone deeply enough and understood the…
People make events into stories. Stories give events meaning. - Scarlett Thomas
People make events into stories. Stories give events meaning.
What folly takes light through ether to each eye from every horizon. - Scarlett Thomas
What folly takes light through ether to each eye from every horizon.
Routine kills creative thought. - Scarlett Thomas
Routine kills creative thought.
Homeopathy seemed . . . both mathematical and poetic. - Scarlett Thomas
Homeopathy seemed . . . both mathematical and poetic.
Over to my left is the big grey wall in front of the church. Are we the Thoughts of God? a poster asks. No, I realise. It's the reverse. - Scarlett Thomas
Over to my left is the big grey wall in front of the church. Are we the Thoughts of God? a poster asks. No, I realise. It's the reverse.
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