Ocean, Ocean I'll beat you in the end.

The best of all possible cages.' Ben stepped back to regard the job with a sad smile. 'What more can one ask?

But it's the truth even if it didn't happen.

He's got hands so long and white and dainty I think they carved each other out of soap, and sometimes they get loose and glide around in front of him free as two white birds until he notices them and traps them between his knees; it bothers him that he's got pretty hands.

There've been a lot more people hurt on astro-turf than grass.

I've enjoyed being a famous writer-except that every once in a while you have to write something.

If this glorious birth to death hassle is the only hassle we are ever to have ..if our grand exhilarating fight of life is such a tragically short little scrap anyway,compared to the eons of rounds before and after-then why should one want to relinquish even a few precious seconds of it?