We Were Exiles From Reality That Summer.

Horror In Your Country Is Something You Take A Dose Of To Remind Yourself That You Are Not Suffering From It.

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).

When I Reached Fort Binjemma, For Example, Where My Grandfather Was Stationed For A While, The Whole Victorian Fort Was Decaying. Barbed Wire Surrounded It, Spray Paint On The Ancient Walls Claimed It As Private Property, And The Moat Where My Grandfather And His Men Had Grown Crops - In Desperation As The Siege's Hunger Bit - Was Completely Overgrown With Bushes And Trees.

I Think Bravery Means A Different Thing To Everyone.

I’m Telling You, Trouble Is Like The Ocean. It Covers Two Thirds Of The World.