...a man does not die for words. He dies for his relation to them.
The image that fiction presents is purged of the distractions, confusions and accidents of ordinary life.
A young man's ambition - to get along in the world and make a place for himself - half your life goes that way, till you're 45 or 50. Then, if you're lucky, you make terms with life, you get released.
All I've tried to do (with my writing) is capture the essence of my time.
History is not melodrama, even if it usually reads like that.
Process as process is neither morally good nor morally bad. We may judge results but not process. The morally bad agent may perform the deed which is good. The morally good agent may perform the deed which is bad. Maybe a man has to sell his soul to get the power to do good.