The great miraculous event, half sunset half sunrise, with the intervening night displaced, would start to unfold. The lights dimmed, a hush, like the end of the day, fell on the audience, and the first titles came up on the screen, and they could, just for a moment, be seen, the far side of the gauze curtains, as clear as pebbles through still water. – Richard Wollheim, Germs

People always think something’s all true.

– J. D. Salinger