I Write My Books In My Head,

A Cynic Had Defined Aid As Simply The System By Which Poor White People In Rich Countries Gave Money To Rich Black People In Poor Countries To Put Into Swiss Bank Accounts.

When I Vacate This Sack Of Old Bones I Won't Care What You Do With It. Bury Or Burn It But Don't Make Much Fuss.

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.

Despite The Fact That I Spend A Lot Of Time In London, Switzerland And New York, Africa Is The Place I Know And Love Best, And My Heart Will Always Lie Here.

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?