Fiction Novels, That's My Game.

I Never Understood People Who Said Their Greatest Fear Was Public Speaking, Or Spiders, Or Any Of The Other Minor Terrors. How Could You Fear Anything More Than Death? Everything Else Offered Moments Of Escape: A Paralyzed Man Could Still Read Dickens; A Man In The Grips Of Dementia Might Have Flashes Of The Must Absurd Beauty.

‎i Was Cursed With The Pessimism Of Both The Russians And The Jews Two Of The Gloomiest Tribes In The World. Still If There Wasn't Greatness In Me Maybe I Had The Talent To Recognize It In Others Even In The Most Irritating Others.

Talent Must Be A Fanatical Mistress. She's Beautiful; When You're With Her, People Watch You, They Notice. But She Bangs On Your Door At Odd Hours, And She Disappears For Long Stretches, And She Has No Patience For The Rest Of Your Existence; Your Wife, Your Children, Your Friends. She Is The Most Thrilling Evening Of Your Week, But Some Day She Will Leave You For Good. One Night, After She's Been Gone For Years, You Will See Her On The Arm Of A Younger Man, And She Will Pretend Not To Recognize You.

There's Never Been A Fantasy Movie Of The Epic Battle Of Good Versus Evil That Ended With Evil Winning.

There Are A Few Moments In Your Life When You Are Truly And Completely Happy, And You Remember To Give Thanks. Even As It Happens You Are Nostalgic For The Moment, You Are Tucking It Away In Your Scrapbook.