It Was Hard Not To Be Full

If I Can't Write It Would Be As If I Died.

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.

I Think All Of Us Are Intrigued To Imagine What We As Individuals Would Become, If We Were Ever Tested As Hard As That Golden Generation Was.

It Is Easier For A Rich Person To Act On Their Principles Than It Is For Someone With Fewer Choices (which Is Why It Is All The More Disappointing When A Wealthy Person Plays To The Crowd).

Death, Of Course, Is A Refuge. It's Where You Go When A New Name, Or A Mask And Cape, Can No Longer Hide You From Yourself. It's Where You Run To When None Of The Principalities Of Your Conscience Will Grant You Asylum.