I Was Sleeping In A Water Bed

When You're An Established Name, You Know That A Children's Book Will Have A Pretty Good Chance Of Getting Picked Up. Like Madonna. It's Not That I Had This Great Idea. Actually, In My Case, It Was A Great Idea.

Crime Fiction Is A Genre For Writing Stories About People - About Conflict, About Guilt, About Passion, About The Human Condition.

...he Went Into The Sitting Room, Put On A Duke Ellington Record He Had Bought After Seeing Gene Hackman Sitting On The Overnight Bus In The Conversation To The Sound Of Some Fragile Piano Notes That Were The Loneliest Harry Had Ever Heard.

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.

I Was A Really Bad Taxi Driver. I Only Collided Twice But It Was One Time Too Much.