I write in the mornings, two or three hours every day, and then at least four times a week I play in a duplicate game at a bridge club. I try to go to tournaments three, four, or five times a year.

Each beat told him he was still alive, at least for one more second.

There is no lake at Camp Green Lake.

He could hardly lift his spoon during breakfast, and then he was out on the lake, his spoon soon replaced by a shovel.

Part of me becomes the characters I'm writing about. I think readers feel like they are there, the way I am, as a result.

Life will deal me many different hands, some good, some bad (maybe they've already been dealt), but from here on in, I'll be turning my own cards. —Alton Richard

The impossible is more believable than the highly improbable.