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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 Have The "thing" Worked Out - The Trick Or The Surprise Or The Pivotal Fact. Then I Just Start Somewhere And Let The Story Work Itself Out.

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

I Love Visiting La. It's An Endlessly Fascinating City, And Is, Of Course, America's Entertainment Capital. Each Time I Go, I Fall In Love With It All Over Again. That Said, It's Not The Sort Of Place I'd Want To Live.

You See Something Scary, You Should Stand Up And Step Toward It, Not Away From It. Instinctively, Reflexively, In A Raging Fury.