There's A Certain Nostalgia And

Writing Became An Obsessive Compulsive Habit But I Had Almost No Money So I Thought About Being An Urban Firefighter And Having Lots Of Free Time In Which To Write Or Becoming An English Teacher And Thinking About Books And Writers On A Daily Basis. That Swayed Me.

The Real Question Is: How Do You React? What Do You Do Next? Evade Responsibilities? Bury Yourself In Work? What Do You Do? All Three Of My Novels Take Up That Question, Although None Gives An Answer.

That The World Was Silent And Cold And Bare And That In This Lay Its Terrible Beauty

I'm Interested In Themes That Endure From Generation To Generation.

He Didn't Like Very Many People Any More, Or Very Many Things Either. He Preferred Not To Be This Way, But There It Was, He Was Like That. His Cynicism, A Veteran's Cynicism, Was A Thing That Disturbed Him All The Time.