Truly God Was Good, To Make Man

My Fictitious Characters Will Take The Bit Between Their Teeth And Gallop Off And Do Something That I Hadn't Counted On. However, I Always Insist On Dragging Them Back To The Straight And Narrow

There Is No Doubt That It Is More Difficult To Read And More Difficult To Write But I Still Manage.

I Escaped The Torture Of My Childhood Home By Reading. To This Day It Is Still One Of My Greatest Pleasures.

The Labour Party Of Today Has Fits Of Horrors Of The Very Thought Of Somebody Like Me Might Saying That They Bought In White Australia. But I Believe They Did.

The Bird With The Thorn In Its Breast, It Follows An Immutable Law; It Is Driven By It Knows Not What To Impale Itself, And Die Singing. At The Very Instant The Thorn Enters There Is No Awareness In It Of The Dying To Come; It Simply Sings And Sings Until There Is Not The Life Left To Utter Another Note. But We, When We Put The Thorns In Our Breasts, We Know. We Understand. And Still We Do It. Still We Do It.