No Book Or Poem Is Ever Finished,

If Our God's Work Is To Be Done In Our Time, We Must Do It Ourselves.

The Never-ending Competition Between Writers Hasn't Changed Between 1868 And 2000. I Used To Belong To Writers' Workshops With Other Professionals, But That Becomes Impossible After A While. Everyone's On A Different Step Of The Career Ladder. Jealousy Doesn't Have To Erupt Into Murder And Burying Someone In Wells Cathedral, But It Is Always There.

The Sum Of The Crowd's Iq Was Far Below That Of Its Most Modest Single Member. Mobs Have Passions, Not Brains.

I Think All The Simple Things Can And Do Still Work - Holding Your Child's Hand While Walking Across The Street Will Do It. But We Can Hardly Hear It For All The Noise Which Has Turned Love Into A Cliche, And Most People Can't Even Hear John Lennon's "all You Need Is Love" Anymore Without Wincing.

Words Are The Light And Sound Of Our Existence, The Heat Lightning By Which The Night Is Illuminated.