The Best Fights Are The Ones You

He Looked At The Pain And He Set Himself Apart From It. He Saw It, Examined It, Identified It, Corralled It. He Isolated It. He Challenged It. You Against Me? Dream On, Pal. He Built Borders For It. Then Walls. He Built Walls And Forced The Pain Behind Them And Then He Moved The Walls Inward, Compressing The Pain, Crushing It, Boxing It In, Limiting It, Beating It.

I Don't Know What The Secret Is When I Am Writing It - It Really Is A Surprise To Me.

Plan A Is To Hitch A Ride Out Of Here. But If They Want A War, Then Plan B Is To Win It.

I Like Food, Like Any Other Guy, But It Is Not The Main Thing In My Life. I Can Do Without It.

British Crime Stories Tend To Be Very Internal, Psychological, Claustrophobic, Very Limited In Terms Of Geography.