It Was A Sudden Inspiration.

The Myth About Me As A Footballer Has Grown: I Am Now The Lost Maradona Of Norway.

All Interesting Heroes Have An Achilles Heel.

In Most Sports, Your Brain And Your Body Will Cooperate... But In Rock Climbing, It Is The Other Way Around. Your Brain Doesn't See The Point In Climbing Upwards. Your Brain Will Tell You To Keep As Low As Possible, To Cling To The Wall And Not Get Any Higher. You Have To Have Your Brain Persuading Your Body To Do The Right Movements.

The Only Pressure I Feel Is To Write Good Books. And To Not Replicate The Previous Book. Whether You Have A Thousand Readers Or A Million Readers It Doesn't Change The Pressure. I Never Feel Tempted To Give The Reader What I Think The Reader Wants.

It Was As If The Demise Of The Owner Had Lent The Flat A Physical Void It Hadn't Had Before. At The Same Time He Had The Feeling That He Wasn't Alone. Harry Believed In The Existence Of The Soul. Not That He Was Particularly Religious As Such, But It Was One Thing Which Always Struck Him When He Saw A Dead Body: The Body Was Bereft Of Something...the Creature Had Gone, The Light Had Gone,there Was Not The Illusory Afterglow That Long-since Burned-out Stars Have. The Body Was Missing Its Soul And It Was The Absence Of The Soul That Made Harry Believe.