In history-as-politics, the 'future' is that vacuum in time waiting to be filled with the antics of statesmen.

When the situation is desperate, it is too late to be serious. Be playful.

The tragedy of modern war is that the young men die fighting each other - instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.

It is true that some of my fiction was based on actual events. But the events took place after the fiction was written.

I am pleased enough with the surfaces - in fact they alone seem to me to be of much importance. Such things for example as the grasp of a child's hand in your own, the flavor of an apple, the embrace of a friend or lover, the silk of a girl's thigh, the sunlight on the rock and leaves, the feel of music, the bark of a tree, the abrasion of granite and sand, the plunge of clear water into a pool, the face of the wind - what else is there? What else do we need?

Life: another day, another dolor.

When the writer has done his best, he then should proceed to do his second best.