The lawn was white with doctors

A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief.

I woke to the sound of rain.

I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like the date on a tombstone.

Every day one has to earn the name of 'writer' over again, with much wrestling.

Miracles occur, If you dare to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent.

I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.