I am a morning writer I am writing at eight-thirty in longhand and I keep at it until twelve-thirty when I go for a swim. Then I come back have lunch and read in the afternoon until I take my walk for the next day's writing.
I am not interested in slice of life what I want is a slice of the...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
The beauty we love is very silent. It smiles softly to itself but never speaks.