April 28, 1948
This isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic.
It's not worth doing something unless you were doing something that someone, somewere, would much rather you weren't doing.
I don't think about the end game. I've got lots to occupy my mind. It's the rage that keeps me going.
I don't believe in the war god of the Israelites. He's a bogeyman. Jesus preached the golden rule, by and large.
It seems that when you have cancer you are a brave battler against the disease, but when you have Alzheimer's you are an old fart. That's how people see you. It makes you feel quite alone.
I particularly admire are Mark Twain and Jerome K. Jerome who wrote in a certain tone of voice which was humane and understanding of humanity, but always ready to annotate its little foibles. I think I'd lay my cards down on that, and say that it's that that I'm trying to do.
You can't build a plot out of jokes. You need tragic relief. And you need to let people know that when a lot of frightened people are running around with edged weaponry, there are deaths. Stupid deaths, usually. I'm not writing 'The A-Team' - if there's a fight going on, people will get hurt. Not letting this happen would be a betrayal.