I always feel a certain sadness when I come to the end of the novels that have meant the most to me. It's a strange feeling, because most novels that I love I'll come to the end of and I've thought, "What a corker! Great way to end, the perfect length!" But this other handful of novels, I'll get to the last few pages and I'm thinking, "No, no, keep at it!" But they end.
― Gear! (can Jung shill it, Mu?) (Gear!), Tuesday, 24 May 2005 21:55 (twenty years ago)