No, that’s journalism. The truth is whatever you can’t escape.

For there is a truth which cannot be bought or sold, imposed by force, resisted or escaped.

On his eighteenth day in the tiger cage, Robert Stoney began to lose hope of emerging unscathed.

I don't have any structured grand plan; I just intend to keep writing about the things that interest me-some of which change, some of which don't.

Would I have been happier? Maybe. But then, happiness was overrated.

No, that’s journalism. The truth is whatever you can’t escape.

If we spend all our time gazing at the wonders ahead without remembering where we're standing right now, we're going to trip and fall flat on our face, over and over again.