Death Is Just Nature's Way Of Making

Every Novel Starts With A Theme, And I Am Constantly Looking For Big Ideas.

Sometimes The Body Gets Out Of Bed An Hour Before The Brain.

Branson Ate His Salad, And Left The Rest Of His Fish Untouched, While Grace Tucked Into His Steak And Kidney Pudding With Relish. 'i Read A While Ago,' He Told Branson, 'that The French Drink More Red Wine Than The English But Live Longer. The Japanese Eat More Fish Than The English But Drink Less Wine And Live Longer. The Germans Eat More Red Meat Than The English, And Drink More Beer And They Live Longer Too. You Know The Moral Of This Story? 'no' 'it's Not What You Eat Or Drink - It's Speaking English That Kills You.

I Think The Police Are A Major Part Of The Glue That Holds Civilised Life Together. They're Not Highly Paid.

There's A Difference Between What I Call A Dumb Ghost And A Smart Ghost. The Smart Ghost Is Hamlet's Father - You Know, He Says, "get Revenge, My Son!" That's Incredibly Rare. It's Much More The Grey Lady In The Same Place Everyday, Moving Across The Floor.