We Write To Know We Are Not

Everyone Deserves To Be The Hero Of A Novel.

We Are The Slaves Of Slaves

All The Fear In The World, And The Violence That Comes From The Fear, And The Hatred That Comes From The Violence, And The Lonliness That Comes From The Hatred. All The Unhappiness, All The Cruelty, It Gathers Like Clouds In The Air, And Grows Dark And Cold And Heavy, And Falls Like Grey Snow In Thick Layers Over The Land. Then The World Is Muffled And Numb, And No One Can Hear Each Other Or Feel Each Other. Think How Sad And Lonely That Must Be.

My Study Is A Converted Garage Which Is Largely Lined With Bookshelves And Cardboard Boxes Filled With Manuscripts Of My Film Scripts, Plays And Books.

We Read To Know That We Are Not Alone.