Jesus Christ Only Had Twelve, You Know,

But There Is A Big Difference In Working For The West And Working For A Totalitarian State.

Our Power Knows No Limits, Yet We Cannot Find Food For A Starving Child, Or A Home For A Refugee. Our Knowledge Is Without Measure And We Build The Weapons That Will Destroy Us. We Live On The Edge Of Ourselves, Terrified Of The Darkness Within. We Have Harmed, Corrupted And Ruined, We Have Made Mistakes And Deceived.

The Monsters Of Our Childhood Do Not Fade Away, Neither Are They Ever Wholly Monstrous. But Neither, In My Experience, Do We Ever Reach A Plane Of Detachment Regarding Our Parents, However Wise And Old We May Become. To Pretend Otherwise Is To Cheat.

Remember Graham Green's Dictum That Childhood Is The Bank Balance Of The Writer? I Think That All Writers Feel Alienated. Most Of Us Go Back To An Alienated Childhood In Some Way Or Another. I Know That I Do.

There Is No Such Thing As A Secure Writer: Every Novel Is An Impossible Mountain.