Evil Contained Is Not Evil Destroyed.

Fiction Writers Are Strange Beasts. They Are, Like All Writers, Observers First And Foremost. Everything That Happens To And Around Them Is Potential Material For A Story, And They Look At It That Way.

Might Have, Could Have, May Have, Should Have—the Haves And Have Nots Reduced To Pointless Possibilities.

Genocide Is Like A Dessert. It Is Made Of The Flesh And Bones Of Woman And Children, It Is Sweetened With The Blood Of The Innocent, And It Is Baked In The Ovens Of Auschwitz. There Were Truths To Be Learnt And There Was Wisdom To Be Gained... But There Was A Price To To Be Paid As Well. You Could Not Brush Up Against The Future And Escape Unscathed. You Could Not See Into The Forbidden And Avoid Damage To Your Sight.

If You Are Always Frightened For Yourself You Can't Act, And Then Life Loses Its Purpose. You Just Have To Tell Yourself That, When You Get Right Down To It, You Don't Matter All That Much.

What I Want To Write About Has Changed Somewhat, And The Scope Of The Storytelling Has Changed Accordingly.