People Die, But Money Never Does.

We Make Choices But Are Constantly Foiled By Happenstance.

Wars Are Fought By Children. Conceived By Their Mad Demonic Elders, And Fought By Boys.

Equally, We Require A Collective Past - Hence The Endless Reinterpretations Of History, Frequently To Suit The Perceptions Of The Present.

Grief-stricken. Stricken Is Right; It Is As Though You Had Been Felled. Knocked To The Ground; Pitched Out Of Life And Into Something Else.

I Didn't Want It To Be A Book That Made Pronouncements.