Dove

When I sit down

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When I sit down to write, which is the essential moment in my life, I am completely alone. Whenever I write a book, I accumulate a lot of documentation. That background material is the most intimate part of my private life. It’s a little embarrassing – like being seen in your underwear It’s like the … Read more

It’s too late. It

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It’s too late. It was too late by the time I arrived in London to turn your notebook into a dove; there were too many people already involved. Anything either of us does has an effect on everyone here, on every patron who walks through those gates. Hundreds if not thousands of people. All flies … Read more

When we started the

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When we started the show [Lonesome Dove], Suzanne De Passe – who had done the original miniseries and still owned the property and was turning it into this series – she brought in a lot of old friends – Diahann Carroll and Billy Dee Williams and Dennis Weaver. And we had an interesting collection off … Read more

The monstrous evils of

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The monstrous evils of the twentieth century have shown us that the greediest money grubbers are gentle doves compared with money-hating wolves like Lenin, Stalin, and Hitler, who in less than three decades killed or maimed nearly a hundred million men, women, and children and brought untold suffering to a large portion of mankind. Eric … Read more

I am over-run, jungled

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I am over-run, jungled in my bed, I am infested with a menagerie of desires: my heart is eaten by a dove, a cat scrambles in the cave of my sex, hounds in my bed obey a whipmaster who cries nothing but havoc as the hours test my endurance with an accumulation of tortures. Who, … Read more