You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

Dave Hung Up. And Unplugged The Phone. With A Fierce And Bitter Pain He Stared At It, Watching How, Over And Over Again, It Didn't Ring.

Why Did Becoming Accustomed To Something Have To Render Its Pleasures Stale.

My Youngest Brother Had A Wonderful Schtick From Some Time In High School, Through To Graduating Medicine. He Had A Card In His Wallet That Read, ‘if I Am Found With Amnesia, Please Give Me The Following Books To Read …’ And It Listed Half A Dozen Books Where He Longed To Recapture That First Glorious Sense Of Needing To Find Out ‘what Happens Next’ … The Feeling That Keeps You Up Half The Night. The Feeling That Comes Before The Plot’s Been Learned.

A Hand Fought Best When It Made A Fist.

It Can Be Hard To Write A Skillfully Entertaining Fiction, But A Great Book Wants To Be More, And Wants More From Us.