Just Because A Man Glances Up At

The People I See From My Window. In The Huts, In The Distance. They're All Dressed The Same.' 'ah, Those People,' Said Father, Nodding His Head And Smiling Slightly. 'those People...well, They're Not People At All, Bruno.' Bruno Frowned. 'they're Not?' He Asked, Unsure What Father Meant By That.

I Like The Idea Of Standalone Novels. I Always Found With Series Of Books, It's Something That Publishers Love Obviously Because They Can Make A Lot Of Money And They Build An Audience From Book To Book, But I Don't Like That As A Writer. I Prefer The Idea Of Just Telling A Story, Completing It Within Your Book, And Moving On And Not Forcing A Child To Read Eight Of Them.

Do You See The Irony At All, Tristan?’ I Stare At Him And Shake My Head. He Seems Determined Not To Speak Again Until I Do. ‘what Irony?’ I Ask Eventually, The Words Tumbling Out In A Hurried Heap. ‘that I Am To Be Shot As A Coward While You Get To Live As One.

Unless You're Very Boring, I Think Most People Who've Lived Long Enough Have Something In Their Past Which Will Never Go Away. As A Writer, My Interest Has Become In Writing About Much More Emotional, Personal Topics. I'm Trying To Reach Into Subjects I Have Never Written About Before.

I Hope For So Much From Every Book I Read. And Time And Again, I Find Myself Disappointed. I Look Across My Bookshelves And See Hundreds Of Titles Which In My Memory Seem Merely Mediocre Or Second-rate. Only Occasionally Does A Novel Appear For Which I Feel A Lasting Passion, A Book That I Think Could In Time Become A Classic.