It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.
I think in our time, you know, so much of the information we get is pre-polarized. Fiction has a way of reminding us that we actually are very similar in our emotions and our neurology and our desires and our fears, so I think it's a nice way to neutralize that polarization.
What a powerful thing to know: That one's own desires are mappable onto strangers; that what one finds in oneself will most certainly be found in The Other.
It seems to me that there are certain thoughts and vignettes and attitudes that I have always had the desire to represent.