“I have begun to sense that living always in search of a new triumph or adventure, spending each morning run fantasizing about the moment when I’ll accept the award or board the flight to Singapore or say Well, Terry, thanks so much for having me, means living in perpetual, haphazard evasion of the ordinary.”

“I have begun to sense that living always in search of a new triumph or adventure, spending each morning run fantasizing about the moment when I’ll accept the award or board the flight to Singapore or say Well, Terry, thanks so much for having me, means living in perpetual, haphazard evasion of the ordinary.”

— Sarah Menkedick