I think so, too. I know I felt that way. For years. It was as if I was a character in a movie and the real action was about to start at any minute. But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life has happened while they were waiting for it to start.

And even if they don't find what they're looking for, isn't it enough to be out walking together in the sunlight?

Life, he thought, is a blatant act of imagination.

You have to do disappointment twice.

What business does memory have with time?

There was a time when self-promotion was considered so verboten, especially for authors.

I'm certainly eclectic in my writing.