Unfortunately It Is The Weak Who Destroy

When A Problem Threatens To Engulf You, There's Nothing Like Irrelevant Detail To Keep Your Head Above Water.

For All The Flailing And Huffing And Puffing, There Is A Kind Of Fatality About The Process Of War-making And The Excuses We Find For It, The Consolation Of Belligerence In Politics.

Each My Book Feels Like My Last Book. And Then I Think, Like A Dedicated Alcoholic, That One More Won't Do Me Any Harm.

There Are Moments Which Are Made Up Of Too Much Stuff For Them To Be Lived At The Time They Occur.

By Repetition, Each Lie Becomes An Irreversible Fact Upon Which Other Lies Are Constructed.