I'm Always Determined That As

When I Reached Fort Binjemma, For Example, Where My Grandfather Was Stationed For A While, The Whole Victorian Fort Was Decaying. Barbed Wire Surrounded It, Spray Paint On The Ancient Walls Claimed It As Private Property, And The Moat Where My Grandfather And His Men Had Grown Crops - In Desperation As The Siege's Hunger Bit - Was Completely Overgrown With Bushes And Trees.

I Think, In Common With A Lot Of Novelists, I Wasn't The Most Athletic Guy At School.

To Be Well In Your Mind You Have First To Be Free.

Looking After A Very Sick Child Was The Olympics Of Parenting.

The Only Bad Days As A Writer Are The Ones When You Are Too Cowardly Or Too Lazy To Sit Down At The Keyboard And Give It Everything You Have.