Yesterday morning I amused myself with an exercise of a talent I once possessed but have so neglected that my performance might almost be called an experiment. I cut out a dress for one of the women.

Now the only thing I miss about sex is the cigarette afterward. Next to the first one in the morning it's the best one of all. It tasted so good that even if I had been frigid I would have pretended otherwise just to be able to smoke it.

I lived at home and I cycled every morning to the railway station to travel by train to Johannesburg followed by a walk to the University carrying sandwiches for my lunch and returning in the evening the same way.

When I got my very first phone call that I'd hit the 'New York Times' list I had a small rush of 'I've made it!' But the next morning it occurred to me I didn't know what it was so I called my agent and asked what being a 'New York Times' bestselling author really meant. He informed me that I was now a thousand pound gorilla.

The big thing is hydrating the day before the race. I will have 20 ounces of water right when I get up in the morning the day before and I'll drink throughout the day.

I get started at 5:30 in the morning and write till 10 A.M. Then I hike six or seven miles before going back to work.

You know I mean this sincerely you know I'm so grateful that I get to get up in the morning and do this you know and write books.

I start work at 5 in the morning and I have a wicked insomnia problem.

I loved it but social reality impeded. Now I wander in here at 9 in the morning or so and come back for a while in the afternoon. I am a very lenient boss.

I m up at 5 in the morning and in bed by 10 in the evening.