Love Is A Secret Society, A Community

That's Her Secret, I Suppose. Everything That Happens To Her She's Proud Of. She Makes It Special By It Happening To Her.

He'd Come Back, All Open And Helpless, And I Suppose That's What Won Her Around In The End. But It Was So Sad, Because It Was Being Himself That He Found So Difficult To Cope With.

In Terms Of Sheer Writing I Might Have Done Most Of My Work By 11. If You Get Up At 6:30 Or 7 You Can Get A Huge Amount Done By 11 And Have The Rest Of The Day Off If You Want To, Though I Have To Check My Accumulating E-mails. No One Ever Sends Me Horrible E-mails. Although Some Of My Books Are Supposed To Be Hated, No One Ever Tells Me.

When I Was A Child I Used To Read Books By Gerald Durrell, Who Founded Jersey Zoo. He Had A Job Collecting Animals For Zoos And For A Long Time That Is What I Wanted To Do. Later When I Was A Teenager I Had A Fantastic English Teacher Called Mrs. Stafford. Her Enthusiasm Made Me Decide To Be A Writer.

Sometimes Maybe You Need An Experience. The Experience Can Be A Person Or It Can Be A Drug. The Experience Opens A Door That Was There All The Time But You Never Saw It. Or Maybe It Blasts You Into Outer Space...all That Negative Stuff. All The Pain...it Just Floted Away From Me, I Just Floated Away From It...up And Away.