What We Leave Behind In This Life

What We Attempt To Do Is Not Without Danger. What We Attempt To Do May Not Succeed. But It Is Right And It Is Just. We Act For The Good Of All.

Actually, I Can Write Anywhere - Airport Lounges, In Bed, On A Rattling Train Going North.

The Dead Leave Their Shadows, An Echo Of The Space Within Which Once They Lived. They Haunt Us, Never Fading Or Growing Older As We Do. The Loss We Grieve Is Not Just Their Futures But Our Own.

I Am Not A Fan Of Historical Fiction That Is Sloppy In Its Research Or Is Dishonest About The Real History.

Lots Of People Have Objections To Prizes Of All Types, And It Would Be Extraordinary If Everybody Agreed On Anything That's Worthwhile - They Never Do.