The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar.

My alarm clock during my childhood was a pride of lions.

I turned around, stepped over the Zebra and threw myself overboard.

I have a fierce will to live. Others fight a little, then lose hope. Still others - and I am one of those - never give up. We fight and fight and fight. We fight no matter the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end.

I have read that there are two fears that cannot be trained out of us: the startle reaction upon hearing an unexpected noise, and vertigo. I would like to add a third, to wit, the rapid and direct approch of a known killer

That's what fiction is about, isn't it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence?

I go to mass every Sunday, but love going to mosques too. Muslims pray in a beautiful way.