Fire’s the sun, unwindin’ itself out o’ the wood.
A life can get knocked into a new orbit by a car crash, a lottery win or just a bleary-eyed consultant giving bad news in a calm voice.
Not a clue – and, no, I don’t touch drugs. The world’s unstable enough without scrambling your brain for kicks.
Do you know? He says. I feel I've known you for years, not ninety minutes.
Rootlessness, I opine, is the twenty-first century norm.You're not wrong and that's why we're in the shit we're in, mate. If you belong nowhere, why give a tinker's toss about anywhere?
Been thinking of my grandfather, whose wayward brilliance skipped my father’s generation. Once, he showed me an aquatint of a certain Siamese temple. Don’t recall its name, but ever since a disciple o...
People pontificate, Suicide is selfishness. Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call in a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue this specious line for varying reason: to evade finge...
Hate smells of burnt dead fireworks
Why does any martyr cooperate with his judases?We see a game beyond the endgame...As Seneca warned Nero: No matter how many of us you kill, you will never kill your successor.
In the 1970s and 1980s there was so little decent fiction for young people, but we're now in a golden age that shows no sign of fading. Philip Pullman, J. K. Rowling, Lemony Snicket are only three of...
What surer sign is there that the creative aquifers are dry than a writer creating a writer-character?
La segunda ley de la supervivencia afirma que no existe una segunda ley. O comes o te comen. Punto.
If losers can exploit what their adversaries teach them, yes, losers can become winners in the long term.
Why tinker with the plain truth that we hurry the darker races to their graves in order to take their land & its riches? Wolves don’t sit in their caves, concocting crapulous theories of race to justi...
What's the book like?Well, some of it's twaddle, but mostly it's just piffle. Cheers!
Trees're always a relief, after people.
Olly’s glowing; if he was six inches tall and fluffy, Toys R Us would ship him by the thousands.
Mental maps. Maps with edges. And for Auden, for so many of us, it's the edges of the maps that fascinate...
The truth of a myth, your Honor, is not its words but its patterns.
People're always buried facing west, so at the end of time when the Last Trumpet blows, all the dead people'll claw their way up and walk due west to the throne of Jesus to be judged. . . . Suicides,...