They Say That Every Writer, They Write

Everyone Has A Need To Do Penance. It's A Basic Need, Like Washing. It's About Harmony, An Absolutely Essential Inner Balance. It's The Balance We Call Morality.

I Write Something That I Believe I've Made Up, And It's Only When A Friend Later Points It Out To Me That I Realise I've Been Writing About Myself Again.

Those Golden Minutes Before You Are Completely Awake, When Your Mind Is Just Drifting, You Have No Censorship; You Are Ready To Develop Any Kind Of Idea. That's When I Come Up With The Best And Worst Ideas. That Is The Privilege Of Being A Writer - That You Can Stay In Bed For An Hour In The Morning And It's Work Time.

It Was As If The Demise Of The Owner Had Lent The Flat A Physical Void It Hadn't Had Before. At The Same Time He Had The Feeling That He Wasn't Alone. Harry Believed In The Existence Of The Soul. Not That He Was Particularly Religious As Such, But It Was One Thing Which Always Struck Him When He Saw A Dead Body: The Body Was Bereft Of Something...the Creature Had Gone, The Light Had Gone,there Was Not The Illusory Afterglow That Long-since Burned-out Stars Have. The Body Was Missing Its Soul And It Was The Absence Of The Soul That Made Harry Believe.

There’s Only One Thing Worse Than Not Satisfying A Desire. And That Is Not To Feel Any Desire.