I often lose myself in the Sudoku-like challenges of making a book work.

Probably in a parallel universe not far from here, I'm working for Nintendo.

She was widely read enough to appreciate my literary wit but not so widely read that she knew my sources. I like that in a woman.

Me, I want to bloody kick this moronic bloody world in the bloody teeth over and over till it bloody understands that not hurting people is ten bloody thousand times more bloody important than being right.

Don't remember summer even saying goodbye.

I wonder if you encountered this dictum first spoken by a twentieth-century statesman: "An abyss cannot be crossed in two steps.

Maybe then you comprehend, speaking one language only is a prison!