Of All The Things That

Love, Always Love. Perhaps That’s What We’re All Looking For.

Wars May Be Fought By Decent Men, But They're Not Won By Them.

Great Literature Cannot Grow From A Neglected Or Impoverished Soil. Only If We Actually Tend Or Care Will It Transpire That Every Hundred Years Or So We Might Get A Middlemarch.

All Fiction Is Largely Autobiographical And Much Autobiography Is, Of Course, Fiction.

Unnatural Death Always Provoked A Peculiar Unease, An Uncomfortable Realization That There Were Still Some Things That Might Not Be Susceptible To Bureaucratic Control.