You Think You Have A Memory; But

When Jack Burns Needed To Hold His Mother's Hand, His Fingers Could See In The Dark.

I Have Learned That The Consequences Of Our Past Actions Are Always Interesting; I Have Learned To View The Present With A Forward-looking Eye.

The Excitement Of Anticipation Was *almost* Equal To The Thrill Of Lovemaking.

Sometimes That's A Year, Sometimes It's 18 Months, Where All I'm Doing Is Taking Notes. I'm Reconstructing The Story From The Back To The Front So That I Know Where The Front Is.

Nearly Everything Seems A Letdown After A Writer Has Finished Writing Something.