I Love It When My Books Cause

I Think Everybody Has A Secret Life.

Library-denigrators, Pay Heed:suggesting That The Internet Is A Viable Substitute For Libraries Is Like Saying Porn Could Replace Your Wife.

I Like Autumn. The Drama Of It; The Golden Lion Roaring Through The Back Door Of The Year, Shaking Its Mane Of Leaves. A Dangerous Time; Of Violent Rages And Deceptive Calm, Of Fireworks In The Pockets And Conkers In The Fist.

The Process Of Writing Is A Little Like Madness, A Kind Of Possession Not Altogether Benign.

My Heroes And Heroines Are Often Unlikely People Who Are Dragged Into Situations Without Meaning To Become Involved, Or People With A Past That Has Never Quite Left Them. They Are Often Isolated, Introspective People, Often Confrontational Or Anarchic In Some Way, Often Damaged Or Secretly Unhappy Or Incomplete.