Trinidad May Seem Complex, But To Anyone

Life Doesn't Have A Neat Beginning And A Tidy End; Life Is Always Going On. You Should Begin In The Middle And End In The Middle, And It Should Be All There.

Making A Book Is Such A Big Enterprise.

I Often Wonder What Would Have Happened To Me If I Hadn't Made That Decision. I Suppose I Would Have Sunk. I Suppose I Would Have Found Some Kind Of Hole And Tried To Hide Or Pass. After All, We Make Ourselves According To The Ideas We Have Of Our Possibilities. I Would Have Hidden In My Hole And Been Crippled By My Sentimentality, Doing What I Was Doing, And Doing It Well, But Always Looking For The Wailing Wall. And I Would Never Have Seen The World As The Rich Place That It Is. You Wouldn't Have Seen Me Here In Africa, Doing What I Do.

In The Beginning, Before The Arrival Of The White Men, I Had Considered Myself Neutral. I Had Wanted Neither Side To Win, Neither The Army Nor The Rebels. As It Turned Out, Both Sides Lost.

The Family Feuds Or The Village Feuds Often Had To Do With An Idea Of Honor. Perhaps It Was A Peasant Idea; Perhaps This Idea Of Honor Is Especially Important To A Society Without Recourse To Law Or Without Confidence In Law.