I Think That You Can Honour The

Certainly I'm Still Mining My Experiences As A Journalist. I Think It's No Coincidence That All Three Of My Novels Basically Are About How People Act In A Time Of Catastrophe. Do They Go To Their Best Self Or Their Worst Self?

We Were Too Intelligent, Too Cynical For War. Of Course, You Don't Have To Be Stupid And Primitive To Die A Stupid, Primitive Death.

I Was Not 15 Anymore, And Choices No Longer Had That Same Clear, Bright Edge To Them.

I Think That You Can Honour The Sacrifices Of A Common Soldier Without Glorifying War.

Sometimes I Want To Have A Mental Book Burning That Would Scour My Mind Clean Of All The Filthy Visions Literature Has Conjured There. But How To Do Without 'the Illiad?' How To Do Without 'macbeth?