I'm Always Determined That As A Novelist

A Scar Is Never Ugly. That Is What The Scar Makers Want Us To Think. A Scar Does Not Form On The Dying. A Scar Means, I Survived.

At This Point In Time The War [ Wwii] Is Close Enough To Still Feel Hotly Personal To A Writer, Yet Far Enough Away So That Jingoism And Heroics Are No Longer Required.

There Was No Quick Grief For Andrew Because He Had Been So Slowly Lost. First From My Heart, Then From My Mind, And Only Finally From My Life.

Andrew Had A Gift For Deepening The Incision He Began.

Psychiatry In This Place Is Like Serving An In-flight Meal In The Middle Of A Plane Crash. If I Wanted To Make You Well, As A Doctor, I Should Be Giving You A Parachute, Not A Cheese-and-pickle Sandwich.