Coming Home From Very Lonely Places, All

In The Last 15 Or 20 Years, I've Watched The British Press Simply Go To Hell. There Seems To Be No Limit, No Depths To Which The Tabloids Won't Sink. I Don't Know Who These People Are But They're Little Pigs.

I've Always Had Difficulties With Female Characters.

It's Part Of A Writer's Profession, As It's Part Of A Spy's Profession, To Prey On The Community To Which He's Attached, To Take Away Information - Often In Secret - And To Translate That Into Intelligence For His Masters, Whether It's His Readership Or His Spy Masters. And I Think That Both Professions Are Perhaps Rather Lonely.

It's Easy To Forget What Intelligence Consists Of: Luck And Speculation. Here And There A Windfall, Here And There A Scoop.

Writing Is Like Walking In A Deserted Street. Out Of The Dust In The Street You Make A Mud Pie.