"There is a chalk line across which books are so thoughtfully written that no movie can help but appear gray in comparison. The distinctions that bury themselves in afterthoughts left unsaid. They dwell in the wanderings wisps of thoughts we have everyday, but never grasp long enough to corporealize them in ink: the notions that compel the corners of our mouths to move or our eyes to focus on infinity for fleeting moments."
—why the The Perks of Being a Wallflower movie was not “good” as the book despite being adapted and directed by the author himself. Not that I expected it to be; I’ve come to realize that the element that entranced me, of it and other similar books [ex. Paper Towns], was not the plot but rather their examination of our feelings.
And this is why I want to write a novel; not for other people to read—though that is a side effect—but rather to photograph and make sense of my thoughts.