Her smile steps offstage for a moment, then does an encore, all while I'm dealing with my blushing face.
Whenever I get into something, I shut out everything else.
If you think God’s there, He is. If you don’t, He isn’t. And if that’s what God’s like, I wouldn’t worry about it.
That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.
Nights without work I spend with whisky and books.
This uneasiness comes over me from time to time, and I feel as if I've somehow been pieced together from two different puzzles.