Fatigue Is What We Experience, But It

My Agent And I Put Out My Proposal One Thursday Afternoon In August, 1998. Publishers Started Bidding Immediately, And That Process Progressed For A Few Days.

This Self-respect And Sense Of Self-worth, The Innermost Armament Of The Soul, Lies At The Heart Of Humanness; To Be Deprived Of It Is To Be Dehumanized, To Be Cleaved From, And Cast Below, Mankind.

My Work Was Entirely Nonfiction.

At That Moment, Something Shifted Sweetly Inside Him. It Was Forgiveness, Beautiful And Effortless And Complete. For Louie Zamperini, The War Was Over.

Such Beauty, He Thought, Was Too Perfect To Have Come About By Mere Chance. That Day In The Center Of The Pacific Was, To Him, A Gift Crafted Deliberately, Compassionately, For Him And Phil. Joyful And Grateful In The Midst Of Slow Dying, The Two Men Bathed In That Day Until Sunset Brought Is, And Their Time In The Doldrums, To An End.