When I Vacate This Sack Of Old

History Is A River That Never Ends. Today Is History, And I Am Here At The Fountainhead.

I'm Not A Good Father And They're Not Children Any More; The Eldest Is In His Fifties. My Relationship With Their Mothers Broke Down And, Because Of What The Law Was, They Went With Their Mothers And Were Imbued With Their Mothers' Morality In Life And They Were Not My People Any More.

At The Age Of 12 I Won The School Prize For Best English Essay. The Prize Was A Copy Of Somerset Maugham's 'introduction To Modern English And American Literature.' To This Day I Keep It On The Shelf Between My Collection Of Forester's Works And The Little Urn That Contains My Mother's Ashes.

I Don't Want Children. Why Should I Let Some Strange Little Monster Into My Life To Destroy What To Me Is A Perfect Set-up?

I Write My Books In My Head, And Not In A Specific Study With A View. The View Is From My Inner Eyes.