I want to know everything there is to know about Lewis and Clark. And I want to do the Sunday crossword in less than an hour. I want to be the best dad in the world. I want to play Richard II, and I want to win another Tony award.
Sometimes I'll work through the crossword sections of three separate papers.
I read, I gossip, I do crosswords. I think chatting with friends is relaxing. I've picked them up all through my life - if you live long enough, you end up with quite a large circle.
I've been working on 'The New York Times' crossword puzzle on the subway. I can make it until about Wednesday.
In the same way he's fascinated by crosswords, the puzzle of solving the murder is what drives him on.
The nice thing about doing a crossword puzzle is, you know there is a solution.
Spending waiting moments doing crossword puzzles or reading a book you brought yourself.
For many years, it seemed as if nothing changed in Norway. You could leave the country for three months, travel the world, through coups d'etat, assassinations, famines, massacres and tsunamis, and come home to find that the only new thing in the newspapers was the crossword puzzle.
I get up, go and get a coffee, and go do the crossword - I'm loyal to one particular paper, the 'Guardian' - and that's my idea of a perfect morning.
It's the boredom that kills you. You read until you're tired of that. You do crossword puzzles until you're tired of that. This is torture. This is mental torture.
I'm patient with crossword puzzles and the most impatient golfer.
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