"I’ve read that past and future are a spiral, one coil containing the next and predicting its theme. Perhaps this is so; but my own life has seemed to me more a series of closed circles, rings that do not evolve with the freedom of a spiral; for me to get to the other has meant a leap, not a glide. What weakens me is the lull between, the wait before I know where to jump." — Truman Capote, The Grass Harp