Maybe There Is A Beast… Maybe It's

Together, Joined In Effort By The Burden, They Staggered Up The Last Steep Of The Mountain. Together, They Chanted One! Two! Three! And Crashed The Log On To The Great Pile. Then They Stepped Back, Laughing With Triumphant Pleasure.

My Father Was Very Musical, And Music Plays Quite A Large Part In My Life.

Nothing Is So Impenetrable As Laughter In A Language You Don't Understand.

Kill The Pig! Cut His Throat! Kill The Pig! Bash Him In!

The Greatest Pleasure Is Not - Say - Sex Or Geometry. It Is Just Understanding. And If You Can Get People To Understand Their Own Humanity - Well, That's The Job Of The Writer.