I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right.

Not a wasted word. This has been a main point to my literary thinking all my life.

Without gambling, I would not exist.

Weird heroes and mould-breaking champions exist as living proof to those who need it that the tyranny of 'the rat race' is not yet final.

Sportswriters are a rude and brainless subculture of fascist drunks, a gang of vicious monkeys jerking off in a zoo cage... more disgusting by nature than maggots oozing out the carcass of a dead animal.

Luck is a very thin wire between survival and disaster, and not many people can keep their balance on it.

I am an Addictive Personality, they say, a natural slave to passion - and many Doctors have warned me against it. I am a High-risk Patient.