I like the adrenaline rush. Its all about the no guts, no glory kind of stuff.

No! I’m not ready, this is still my first cup of coffee!

Yet each flower, each twig, each pebble, shines as though illuminated from within, as once before, on her first day in the Garden. It’s the stress, it’s the adrenalin, it’s a chemical effect: she knows...

Real terror is a crippling experience. You sweat so much that your skin goes all wrinkly like when you’ve been in the bath all afternoon. And then the scent of your sweat changes. It smells...

I’m very happy and very excited when my adrenalin is going.