I wrote a great deal of a novel, 'Winter's Tale,' on the roof of a Brooklyn Heights tenement on Henry Street. I was a technical climber, and now and then I would put down my manuscript and get up to walk along parapets and climb walls and chimneys.
I've imagined great victories, and I've imagined great races. The races are better.
The greatest fight is when you are fighting in the smoke and cannot see with your eyes.