The Night Is A Strawberry.

I Turned Down All The Requests For The Rights To The Books, For Years, Mostly Because They Wanted The Rights To The Characters, And To Turn It Into A Tv Series. This Would Have Allowed Them To Do Anything They Wanted With The Characters, And That Just Wasn't An Option For Me.

I Had To Learn Compassion. Had To Learn What It Felt Like To Hate, And To Forgive And To Love And Be Loved. And To Lose People Close To Me. Had To Feel Deep Loneliness And Sorrow. And Then I Could Write.

When Someone Stabs You It's Not Your Fault That You Feel Pain.

The Question That Haunted Every Investigation Was 'why'.

Now Here's A Good One: You're Lying On Your Deathbed. You Have One Hour To Live. Who Is It, Exactly, You Have Needed All These Years To Forgive?