There are no innocent people in a guilty nation.
As a writer, my homeland is the desk where I work.
All those who love know exactly the limit they're prepared to go to. They know exactly what is required.
History is the third parent.
How keen everyone is to make this world their home forgetting its impermanence It's like trying to see and name constellations in a fireworks display.
The neighbourhood is a place of...intrigue and emotional espionage, where when two people stop to talk on the street their tongues are like the two halves of a scissor coming together, cutting reputations and good names to shreds.