I Have Questioned Myself About The Brutality

Sick Is A Relative Concept. We're All Sick. The Question Is, What Degree Of Functionality Do We Have With Respect To The Rules Society Sets For Desirable Behavior? No Actions Are In Themselves Symptoms Of Sickness. You Have To Look At The Context Within Which These Actions Are Performed.

Love Is A Greater Mystery Than Death.

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.

As A Writer, You Have To Believe You're One Of The Best Writers In The World. To Sit Down Every Day At The Typewriter Filled With Self-doubt Is Not A Good Idea.

What Is Worse? Taking The Life Of A Person Who Wants To Live Or Taking Death From A Person Who Wants To Die.