I Speak As I Must And Cannot

I Love It When My Books Cause Controversy, When People Argue Violently About The Ending.

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

Children Are Knives, My Mother Once Said. They Don’t Mean To, But They Cut. And Yet We Cling To Them, Don’t We, We Clasp Them Until The Blood Flows.

The Past Is An Obdurate Stranger That Puts As Many Marks On Us As We Attempt To Impose On It.

People Reveal So Much Of Their Mental Processes Online, Simply Because The Psychological Effect Of Anonymity Just Means That A Whole Raft Of Inhibitions Are Left Alone When People Log On.