The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and about all time.
Suddenly a single shot on the extreme left rang out on the clear morning air followed quickly by several others and the whole line pushed rapidly forward through the brush.
By Thursday morning, we'd gotten over the worst of it.
I don't hate L.A., but I'm nervous about becoming one of those people who...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
