The Worst Thing About Being

I'm Easy To Work With, Not A Pushover, But I Respond To Criticism And Find It Inspiring.

I Loved Writing 'two Brothers' More Than Anything Else I Have Written. It's The First Book I've Written That I've Always Known I Wanted To Write. Having Said That, It Also Kept Me Awake At Nights.

No Collection Of People Who Are All Waiting For The Same Thing Are Capable Of Holding A Natural Conversation. Even If The Thing They Are Waiting For Is Only A Taxi.

There Are Lots Of Things I Could Have Done For The Money, But I've Made A Great Living Doing The Things I Want To Do.

Beyond Love, Beyond Unrequited Love, Perhaps Even Beyond Any Other Passion Known To Humanity, Deep, Deep In The Depths Of The Turgid, Clinging, Swamplike Pit Of Despair That Lies Dormant Within Every Soul, Lurks Jealousy. Jealousy, That Most Demeaning And Debilitating Of Emotions. Jealousy, Which Can Double The Strength Of The Love Upon Which It Is Based, But Whilst Doubling It, Warp And Pervert It, Untill It Is No Longer Recognizable As The Thing Of Beauty It Once Was. Jealous Love Is No More Like True Love Than Mr Hyde Was Like Dr Jekyll Or A Stagnant Swamp Is Like A Freshwater Lake.