But I smiled, and smiling was easy, no matter how strange and disorienting the street seemed to be. I was a fugitive. I was a wanted man, a hunted man, with a price on my head. And I was still… — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
“I settled back into his arm. “If you produce a flannel graph out of somewhere, you will make me very happy.” He smiled. He was smiling a lot these days. “No flannel graph. I do a mean shadow puppet, though.” — Temple West Copy Share Image
