The Germans Are A Cruel Race. Their

Beyond Love, Beyond Unrequited Love, Perhaps Even Beyond Any Other Passion Known To Humanity, Deep, Deep In The Depths Of The Turgid, Clinging, Swamplike Pit Of Despair That Lies Dormant Within Every Soul, Lurks Jealousy. Jealousy, That Most Demeaning And Debilitating Of Emotions. Jealousy, Which Can Double The Strength Of The Love Upon Which It Is Based, But Whilst Doubling It, Warp And Pervert It, Untill It Is No Longer Recognizable As The Thing Of Beauty It Once Was. Jealous Love Is No More Like True Love Than Mr Hyde Was Like Dr Jekyll Or A Stagnant Swamp Is Like A Freshwater Lake.

The Worst Thing About Being A Great Power Is When You're Not One Any More. It Takes Centuries To Get Over It.

The Appropriation Of Radical Thinking By Lazy, Self-obsessed Hippies Is A Public Relations Disaster That Could Cost The Earth.

I Try Hard Not To Preach, But I Get Carried Away, Which Is A Mistake, But It's A Risk Worth Running.

I Loved Writing 'two Brothers' More Than Anything Else I Have Written. It's The First Book I've Written That I've Always Known I Wanted To Write. Having Said That, It Also Kept Me Awake At Nights.