I Know By Experience That The Poets

A Work Of Art Is Never Finished. It Is Merely Abandoned.

God Is Not Love In The East. He Is Power, Although Mercy May Temper It.

A Happy Ending Was Imperative. I Shouldn't Have Bothered To Write Otherwise. I Was Determined That In Fiction Anyway Two Men Should Fall In Love And Remain In It For The Ever And Ever That Fiction Allows, And In This Sense, Maurice And Alec Still Roam The Greenwood.

So, Two Cheers For Democracy: One Because It Admits Variety And Two Because It Permits Criticism.

We Are All Like Scheherazade's Husband, In That We Want To Know What Happens Next.