When I was 30 or so - by that time I had become an assistant D.A. - I decided I would try to write a novel. To be clear: I did not decide to become a novelist. Honestly, it never crossed my mind that I could actually earn a living as a professional novelist.
Cowardice and courage are never without a measure of affectation. Nor is love. Feelings are never true. They play with their mirrors.

