Under The Force Of The Imagination, Nature

In London, I've Always Lived Within 10 Miles Of Where I Was Born. You See, There Is Something Called A Spirit Of Place, And My Place Happens To Be London, At Least Once A Fortnight.

I Strike Up Conversations All The Time And It Is Very Interesting, Finding Out About Things I Know Nothing About.

One Can Forgive Shakespeare Anything, Except One's Own Bad Lines.

Murderers Will Try To Recall The Sequence Of Events, They Will Remember Exactly What They Did Just Before And Just After. But They Can Never Remember The Actual Moment Of Killing. This Is Why They Will Always Leave A Clue.

There Is No Humiliation Worse Than The Consciousness Of A Wasted Life. It Stains The Spirit, Forestalls Hope, And Destroys Any Motive For Action Or Change.