All My Friends Who Wanted To Write

I'm Just An Entertainer. In A Way Crime Stories Are Boring. A Crime's Been Committed And At The End You Know It Will Be Solved. So You've Got To Make The Story Interesting Besides It Just Being A Plot. And That's Why Character Matters, Why You've Got To Make The Characters Interesting.

Evil Is Not A Thing. It Cannot Take Possession Of You. It's The Opposite; It's A Void, An Absence Of Goodness. The Only Thing You Can Be Frightened Of Here Is Yourself.

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.

When I Finish A Book, I'm So Exhausted That I'm Sort Of Letting Myself Think That This Could Be The End.

Harry Looked At Bellman. He Could Not Help But Admire Him. The Way You Admire A Cockroach You Flush Down The Toilet And It Comes Creeping Back Again And Again And In The End It Inherits The World.