A novelist is like all mortals more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past.
I confess I do not believe in time.
Discussion in class which means letting twenty young blockheads and two...
Poetry involves the mysteries of the irrational perceived through rational...
It is hard I submit to loathe bloodshed including war more than I do but...
Imagine if you had baseball cards that showed all the performance stats for...
My father was always depressed. When he was home and sober he was mostly in...
To the former child migrants who came to Australia from a home far away led...
At home I've got a very puerile juvenile sense of humour.
I love food.
