I Exercise Hard And The Reason I

I'm Easy To Work With, Not A Pushover, But I Respond To Criticism And Find It Inspiring.

Artists Don't Create Society, They Reflect It

I Don't Know What People Who I've Never Met Think About Me. Some Have Written Horrible Things, Some Have Written Nice Things - But I'm Proud Of The Fact I've Remained Close To Everyone I've Ever Worked With.

Beyond Love, Beyond Unrequited Love, Perhaps Even Beyond Any Other Passion Known To Humanity, Deep, Deep In The Depths Of The Turgid, Clinging, Swamplike Pit Of Despair That Lies Dormant Within Every Soul, Lurks Jealousy. Jealousy, That Most Demeaning And Debilitating Of Emotions. Jealousy, Which Can Double The Strength Of The Love Upon Which It Is Based, But Whilst Doubling It, Warp And Pervert It, Untill It Is No Longer Recognizable As The Thing Of Beauty It Once Was. Jealous Love Is No More Like True Love Than Mr Hyde Was Like Dr Jekyll Or A Stagnant Swamp Is Like A Freshwater Lake.

I Loved Writing 'two Brothers' More Than Anything Else I Have Written. It's The First Book I've Written That I've Always Known I Wanted To Write. Having Said That, It Also Kept Me Awake At Nights.