I would get up every morning, go to my office and write without qualms until I felt it was time to go home. As I neared the end I was too frightened that I might lose the conclusion – which I did not know yet – and so I merely sat in the garden and wrote in a notebook. I suddenly felt an enormous tension; but my ended, when it came, surprised me into laughter. I felt like a spectator at my own game.
– Anita Brookner