It Was The Day My Grandmother Exploded.

Empathize With Stupidity And You're Halfway To Thinking Like An Idiot.

Any Theory Which Causes Solipsism To Seem Just As Likely An Explanation For The Phenomena It Seeks To Describe Ought To Be Held In The Utmost Suspicion.

There Is A Quite A Lot Of Effort Involved But I Find Action Sequences Some Of The Quickest To Write And The Most Fun.

Anyway, You Can't Leave Her Like That. You Can't Do That To The Woman. She Doesn't Deserve It; Nobody Does. You Don't Belong To Her And She Doesn't Belong To You, But You're Both Part Of Each Other; If She Got Up And Left Now And Walked Away And You Never Saw Each Other Again For The Rest Of Your Lives, And You Lived An Ordinary Waking Life For Another Fifty Years, Even So On Your Deathbed You Would Still Know She Was Part Of You.

I Don't Really Do Themes. I Might Accidentally, But Themes Are An Emergent Phenomena Of The Writing Of The Book, Of Just Trying To Get A Story Out There.