Very odd, old age. Always knew it would happen, if I was lucky. I just didn't expect it so soon.

Memory is never pure. And recollection is always coloured by the life lived since

To appear unambitious amongst the ambitious is to invite loathing or fear. To be in the game, but not playing with intent to win, is to be the enemy.

Time, for a man who has never truly felt a second of it, it not a great sacrifice

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outline all our lives.

They say that childhood forms us, that those early influences are the key to everything. Is the peace of the soul so easily won? Simply the inevitable result of a happy childhood. What makes childhood happy? Parental harmony? Good health? Security? Might not a happy childhood be the worst possible preparation for life? Like leading a lamb to the slaughter.

That is my story, simply told. Please do not ask again. I have told you in order to issue a warning. I have been damaged. Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.