I Scared Stephen King.

Twilight Fell: The Sky Turned To A Light, Dusky Purple Littered With Tiny Silver Stars.

I Am Indebted To The British Welfare State; The Very One That Mr Cameron Would Like To Replace With Charity Handouts. When My Life Hit Rock Bottom, That Safety Net, Threadbare Though It Had Become Under John Major's Government, Was There To Break The Fall. I Cannot Help Feeling, Therefore, That It Would Have Been Contemptible To Scarper For The West Indies At The First Sniff Of A Seven-figure Royalty Cheque. This, If You Like, Is My Notion Of Patriotism.

If Someone Asked For My Recipe For Happiness, Step One Would Be Finding Out What You Love Most In The World And Step Two Would Be Finding Someone To Pay You To Do It. I Consider Myself Very Lucky Indeed To Be Able To Support Myself By Writing.

I Forgot Dumbledore Trashed Hogwarts, Refused To Resign And Ran Off To The Forest To Make Speeches To Angry Trolls.

Choosing To Live In Narrow Spaces Leads To Form Of Mental Agoraphobia And That Brings Its Own Terrors. I Think The Willfully Unimaginative See More Monsters, They Are Often More Afraid. What Is More, Those Who Choose Not To Empathize Enable Real Monsters. For Without Ever Committing An Act Of Outright Evil Ourselves, We Collude Through Our Own Apathy.