The Endless Chatter Of This Journey Had

I Saw A Ghost Once, About 20 Years Ago. It Took The Form Of Someone Coming Out Of A Sleeping Body And Sitting At The Foot Of The Bed.

Health, Money. That's What People Worried About In The 14th Century As Much As Today. I Find It So Much More Interesting Than The Supposed Activities Of Kings, Queens, Generals.

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.

Oh, I Just Tend To Believe In Things When I'm Writing Them. For Instance, When I Was Writing 'doctor Dee,' I Believed In Magic. And When I Wrote 'hawksmoor' I Believed In Psychic Geography. But As Soon As I Type The Last Full Stop, I'm Back To Being A Complete Blank Again.

It Is Strange, Is It Not, How A Person Can Adore One's Soul So Much That They Adore One's Body Also?