There is a whole lot more to life than winning.

Believe me, you have to have a certain confidence in your powers of descretion to let a dentist loose with a drill in your mouth less than an hour after you've...um...entertained his wife.

"What if I like watching television? What if I don't want to do much else other than read a book?"... "What if I'm tired when I get home? What if I don't fill my days with frenetic activity?" "But one day you might wish you had."

There are normal hours, and then there are invalid hours, where time stalls and slips, where life---real life---seems to exist at one remove.

How could you live each day knowing that you were simply whiling away the days until your own death?

I was once told by someone wise that writing is perilous as you cannot always guarantee your words will be read in the spirit in which they were written.

So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.