I'll be pleased when I'm dead. That will let me off worrying about all these wars.

What of course I would like to be writing is the story of the Red and White Dwarves and their Remembering Mirror, their space rocket (powered by anti-gravity), their attendant entities Hadron, Gluon, Pion, Lepton, and Muon, and the Charmed Quarks and the Coloured Quarks. But we can't all be physicists.

I don't think in terms of optimism and pessimism when writing a story. I am telling a story.

The older I get the more secrets I have, never to be revealed and this, I know, is a common condition of people my age. and why all this emphasis on kissing and telling? Kisses are the least of it.

I am increasingly afflicted by vertigo where words mean nothing

Envy has always hidden behind moral indignation.

Words. Words. I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination, will say what I want.