My Grandmother Made Dying Her Life's Work.

I Think With Every Writer There Are Two People There.

I Came Down To The Living Room One Day And My Wife Was Standing In The Living Room. It Wasn't An Illusion. I Saw Her Out Of The Corner Of My Eye. The Moment I Saw Her, She Vanished.

There Is Only One Immutable Law In Life - In A Gentleman's Toilet, Incoming Traffic Has The Right Of Way.

I Feel Like The Writer Observing The Grief, But It Is Difficult To Be Detached From It.

It's A Natural Thing For People To Say, You Know, Who's In This Book? I Find Myself Get Ting A Little Defensive. People Come Along And I'm Waiting For That First Question.