The optimistic part of me and the proudly cynical part of me resent each other with all they’ve got.  They’re always looking squinty-eyed at one another, like two gunslingers at opposite ends of the dusty road that runs through the center of town in spaghetti-western movies.  But neither one of them ever draws.  It’s an eternal stalemate.

 

“I’ve always just wanted to earn my living by writing.  The best thing is to go into my study in the morning and put words together.”  -Robert Harris