The enemy was anyone who was someone he wanted to be or who had anything he wanted to have.

Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.

I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.

Lively, too. Talky as a jaybird. With something smart to say on every subject: better than the radio.

Clocks indeed must have their sacrifice: what is death but an offering to time and eternity?

I also write the last paragraph or page of a story first. That way I always know what I'm working towards.

What I do requires fantastic concentration... but you can't be totally alone, or you lose all contact with reality, so even when I'm engrossed and secluded, Jack Dunphy can be there. He's my oldest and best friend, and best critic too.