I Shot My First Lion At The

I Grew Up In Rhodesia On My Father's Ranch And Every Year He Used To Take Us On Safari In Some Remote Area Of The Wilderness.

Herbert, My Father, Was Born In Britain But Went Out To Africa In His Teens To Join His Father And Built Up An 18,000-acre Ranch In What Was Then Northern Rhodesia, Providing Work For The Locals. He Was My Hero When I Was A Boy.

Write For Yourself, Not For A Perceived Audience. If You Do, You'll Mostly Fall Flat On Your Face, Because It's Impossible To Judge What People Want. And You Have To Read. That's How You Learn What Is Good Writing And What Is Bad. Then The Main Thing Is Application. It's Hard Work.

Let It Simply Be Said That We Know More About The Details Of The Hours Immediately Before And The Actual Death Of Jesus, In And Near Jerusalem, Than We Know About The Death Of Any Other One Man In All The Ancient World.

I Don't Want Children. Why Should I Let Some Strange Little Monster Into My Life To Destroy What To Me Is A Perfect Set-up?