For They Are The Knights Of Summer,

Generally Speaking, I'm Much More In Favour Of Penises Entering Vaginas Than Axes Entering Skulls. But The World Seems To Accept The Violence A Lot Easier Than The Sex.

Eat Your Heart Out, Rowling. Maybe You Have Billions Of Dollars And My Hugo, But You Don't Have Readers Like These.

You Do Not Steal From The Dragon, Oh, No. The Dragon Remembers.

My Dreams Are The Usual Incoherent Nonsense. Like Most Writers, At Some Point In My Career I Thought, Well, I Have These Great Dreams But I Always Forget Them In The Morning So I’ll Leave A Pad On My Bedside Table So I Can Write It Down, And Then You Have Some Incredible Dream And You Write It Down And The Next Morning You Wake Up And You’ve Written ‘purple Socks’.

It's Really Irritating When You Open A Book, And 10 Pages Into It You Know That The Hero You Met On Page One Or Two Is Gonna Come Through Unscathed, Because He's The Hero. This Is Completely Unreal, And I Don't Like It.