I Have A Kind Of Old-fashioned, Artisan

I Was In The Machine. My Whole Life. Then The Machine Coughed And Spat Me Out. So I Thought, Ok, If I'm Out, I'm Out. All The Way Out. I Was A Little Angry And It Was Probably An Immature Reaction. But I Got Used To It.

The Best Fights Are The Ones You Don't Have", A Wise Man Once Said To Me.

I Had A Teacher Once, Grade School Somewhere. Philippines, I Think, Because She Always Wore A Big White Hat. So It Was Somewhere Hot. I Was Always Twice The Size Of The Other Kids, And She Used To Say To Me: Count To Ten Before You Get Mad, Reacher. And I've Counted Way Past Ten On This One. Way Past.

I'd Been A Thriller Reader All My Life.

Imagine The Uproar If The Federal Government Tried To Make Everyone Wear A Radio Transmitter Around Their Neck So We Can Keep Track Of Their Movements. But People Happily Carry Their Cell Phones In Their Purses And Pockets.