The two of us were on fire every time we sat down to write.

Now the king sat in the winterhouse in the ninth month: and there was a fire on the hearth burning before him.

You see, my mother was a district nurse until she died when I was 14, and we used to move from time to time because of her work.

On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.

At the end of the Beatles, I really was done in for the first time in my life. Until then, I really was a kind of cocky sod.

It occurred to us as operations were winding down in that fire that it was the second time. We looked at each other and it sunk in ? wow!