We Cannot Make Good News Out Of

A Thing Of Orchestrated Hell-a Terrible Symphony Of Light And Flame.

Language Is The Memory Of Man. Without It He Has No Past, A Paltry Present, And An Empty Future. With It He Can Bring His Dreams To Life.

Most Truths Are So Naked That People Feel Sorry For Them And Cover Them Up, At Least A Little Bit.

A Blur Of Blinks, Taps, Jiggles, Pivots And Shifts ... The Body Language Of A Man Wishing Urgently To Be Elsewhere.

I Am Frightened By The Imbalance, The Constant Striving To Reach The Largest Possible Audience For Everything; By The Absence Of A Sustained Study Of The State Of The Nation.