The Earth Only Has So Much Bounty

No Collection Of People Who Are All Waiting For The Same Thing Are Capable Of Holding A Natural Conversation. Even If The Thing They Are Waiting For Is Only A Taxi.

Beyond Love, Beyond Unrequited Love, Perhaps Even Beyond Any Other Passion Known To Humanity, Deep, Deep In The Depths Of The Turgid, Clinging, Swamplike Pit Of Despair That Lies Dormant Within Every Soul, Lurks Jealousy. Jealousy, That Most Demeaning And Debilitating Of Emotions. Jealousy, Which Can Double The Strength Of The Love Upon Which It Is Based, But Whilst Doubling It, Warp And Pervert It, Untill It Is No Longer Recognizable As The Thing Of Beauty It Once Was. Jealous Love Is No More Like True Love Than Mr Hyde Was Like Dr Jekyll Or A Stagnant Swamp Is Like A Freshwater Lake.

My Advice To Anyone Adapting A Novel Is That Once They've Read It And Learnt To Understand It, Then They Must Throw It Away And Never Look At It Again!

Books Are The Key. A Book Cannot Be Accessed From Afar. You Have To Hold It, You Have To Read It.

I'm Easy To Work With, Not A Pushover, But I Respond To Criticism And Find It Inspiring.