Emotion Is A Rotten Base For Politics.

Writing A Novel Proved To Be The Hardest, Most Self-analyzing Task I Had Ever Attempted, Far Worse Than An Autobiography: And Its Rewards Were Greater Than I Expected.

I Hadn’t Had A Mother Since I Was Two, And From Then Until Seven I Had Believed God Was Someone Who Had Run Off With Her And Was Living With Her Somewhere Else... (god Took Your Mother, Dear, Because He Needed Her More Than You Do) Which Had Never Endeared Him To Me

The Known Child I Wondered To What Extent People Remained The Same As They'd Been When Very Young; If One Peeled Back The Layers Of Living One Would Come To The Known Child.

Life Has A Way Of Kicking One Along Like A Football, Or So I've Found. Fate Had Never Dealt Me Personally A Particularly Easy Time, But That Was Ok, That Was Normal. Most People, It Seemed To Me, Took Their Turn To Be Football. Most Survived. Some Didn't.

I'd Always Found Goodness More Interesting Then Evil, Though I Was Aware This Wasn't The Most General View. To My Mind, It Took More Work And More Courage To Be Good, An Opinion Continually Reinforced By My Own Shortcomings.