I Don't Want To Put

I Don't Need Validation, Recognition Or Praise. What I Need Are Facts And The Facts Are That One Of My Books Gets Sold, Somewhere In The World, Every Second.

He Looked At The Pain And He Set Himself Apart From It. He Saw It, Examined It, Identified It, Corralled It. He Isolated It. He Challenged It. You Against Me? Dream On, Pal. He Built Borders For It. Then Walls. He Built Walls And Forced The Pain Behind Them And Then He Moved The Walls Inward, Compressing The Pain, Crushing It, Boxing It In, Limiting It, Beating It.

I Grew Up In Birmingham, Where They Made Useful Things And Made Them Well.

I Have Three Desks. One Empty For Paperwork, One For The Internet And Email, And One For The Writing Computer.

The Key To Thrillers Is Vicarious Pleasure.