It's A Library, Only The Stupid Or

I Love Writing And Can't Imagine Not Being Able To Do It. I Want An Easy Life And If It Had Been Difficult I Wouldn't Be Doing It. I Do Admire Writers Who Do It Even Though It Costs Them.

I Remember Being Shocked When I Discovered Some Of My School Pals Didn't Have Books In Their Homes. I Thought It Was Like Not Having Oxygen, Or Hot Water.

The Truth Is Not Always Useful, Not Always Good. It’s Like Putting Your Faith In Water. Yes, We Need The Rain, But Too Much Can Sweep You Away In A Flood And Drown You. Like All Great Natural, Elemental Forces, The Truth Needs To Be Channeled, Managed, Controlled And Intelligently, Morally Allocated.

I'm Not A Great Believer In Awards-of Course The Fact That I've Never Won One Has Nothing To Do With It At All!

But It Was Pointless, It Was Stupid; He Thought About Thoughtless Things. If I Were A Seabird . . . But How Could You Be A Seabird? If You Were A Seabird Your Brain Would Be Tiny And Stupid And You Would Love Half-rotted Fish Guts And Tweaking The Eyes Out Of Little Grazing Animals; You Would Know No Poetry And You Could Never Appreciate Flying As Fully As The Human On The Ground Yearning To Be You. If You Wanted To Be A Seabird You Deserved To Be One.