We Don't Build,' I Said To My

Wyrd Bith Ful Araed (fate Is Inexorable).

Latin! The Language Of God! Or Perhaps He Speaks Hebrew? I Suppose That's More Likely And It Will Make Things Rather Awkward In Heaven, Won't It? Will We All Have To Learn Hebrew?

The Existence Of Tricks Does Not Imply The Absence Of Magic.

Writing Is A Solitary Occupation.

What I Mean By That Is That The Point Of Life, As I See It, Is Not To Write Books Or Scale Mountains Or Sail Oceans, But To Achieve Happiness, And Preferably An Unselfish Happiness.