I Like Films, Or Some

Your Dreams Will Betray You. Go Nowhere On A Horse That Fades.

I Will Draw You Back To Me. You Shall See. By A Chain Of Stars.

I've Been Criticised For Writing In Too Complex A Manner For Younger People.

When I Started As A Writer, I Knew Nothing About Publishing-nothing About Anything!

The Humble Were The Elect Of God. Did Not The Priests Teach So, In Their Gemmed, Kingly Robes, From Their Towering Pulpits?