Nothing Has A More Sinister

Turned The Wrong Way Around, The Relentless Unforeseen Was What We Schoolchildren Studied In "history", Harmless History, Where Everything Unexpected In Its Own Time Is Chronicled On The Page As Inevitable. The Terror Of The Unforeseen Is What The Science Of History Hides, Turning A Disaster Into An Epic.

Eventually The Writing Takes Time. What I Want To Do Is Get The Story Down And I Want To Know What Happens As I Write My Way Into The Knowledge Of The Story.

Literature Takes A Habit Of Mind That Has Disappeared. It Requires Silence, Some Form Of Isolation, And Sustained Concentration In The Presence Of An Enigmatic Thing.

My God! The English Language Is A Form Of Communication! Conversation Isn't Just Crossfire Where You Shoot And Get Shot At! Where You've Got To Duck For Your Life And Aim To Kill! Words Aren't Only Bombs And Bullets — No, They're Little Gifts, Containing Meanings!

When He Is Sick, Every Man Wants His Mother.