At this moment, the story in his head was perfect. He also knew from experience that it would degenerate the second he started typing, because such was the nature of writing.
I tend not to think about the reading public at all, or the business, when I'm writing.
It's just a crazy damned life, that's all.
After sixty-one years together, she simply clutched my hand and exhaled.
Why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?
I have to convince myself that this is not a pointless life, even the body is telling me so.