I have the rare privilege of talking to my dad every night at 10 p.m. and hearing about what he did that day.
“Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.”
“I don't mind playing the same character, but if it's not well done, then I'm not interested.”