He Slipped Away Slowly, Withdrawing From This

The Story Is Not In The Words; It's In The Struggle.

No One Wants To Be Part Of A Fiction, And Even Less So If That Fiction Is Real.

This Was The First Time He Had Seriously Confronted What He Was Doing, And The Force Of That Awareness Came Very Abruptly - With A Surging Of His Pulse And A Frantic Pounding In His Head. He Was About To Gamble His Life On That Table, And The Insanity Of That Risk Filled Him With A Kind Of Awe.

I Don't Read Reviews Any More, But I'm Told By My Publisher Who Gives Me An Account Of What People Have Been Writing And It's Been A Very Split Kind Of Response.

It Became A Habit Of Mine Never To Leave The House Without A Pencil In My Pocket.