What I wanted to do was slap him down a bit with wit and words. Grammar and vocabulary as a weapon. But what kind of world would it be if we all took every opportunity presented to us to assault the weak?

Surely it is a sin to reject the few gifts we are given. Be happy in the flash of time granted to us or hurt forever.

It is a bad idea to live too long. Few carry it off well.

Disease is nature's revenge for our destructiveness.

It always helps me connect with characters, to think about what music they respond to

The Sixties were different in an isolated place. We got two television channels if the wind was blowing in the right direction. The radio stations went off at sundown. Then you picked up Chicago and heard the teenage music you really yearned for.

That's not a thing any of us are granted. To go back. Wipe away what later doesn't suit us and make it the way we wish it. You just go on