I Imagined It. I Wrote

She Loved Him Because He Had Brought Her Back To Life. She Had Been Like A Caterpillar In A Cocoon, And He Had Drawn Her Out And Shown Her That She Was A Butterfly.

An Awful Lot Of Thriller Writers Write Women Rather Badly. So Just Doing It Ok Gets A Lot Of Credit.

What She Needs,' Tom Said Aloud 'is A Husband.' Agnes Said Crisply, 'well, She Can't Have Mine.

The Boundary Between Philosophy And Fiction Is Not As Clear Cut As You May Think And The Two Definitely Interact.

I Might Not Be A Good Socialist, Any More Than I'm A Good Christian, But I Am One.