What Would Come, Would Come...and

If Anyone Wanted Ter Find Out Some Stuff, All They’d Have Ter Do Would Be Ter Follow The Spiders. That’d Lead ‘em Right! That’s All I’m Sayin’.

Get Off Me,” Harry Spat, Throwing Pettigrew’s Hands Off Him In Disgust. “i’m Not Doing This For You. I’m Doing It Because — I Don’t Reckon My Dad Would’ve Wanted Them To Become Killers — Just For You.

Whatever Job I Had, I Was Always Writing Like Crazy. All I Ever Liked About Offices Was Being Able To Type Up Stories On The Computer When No One Was Looking. I Was Never Paying Much Attention In Meetings Because I Was Usually Scribbling Bits Of My Latest Stories In The Margins Of The Pad Or Thinking Up Names For My Characters. This Is A Problem When You're Supposed To Be Taking Minutes Of The Meeting.

There Is Plenty Of Ambitious Competition And Hypocrisy In The Middle Class, Which Makes It A Rather Fertile Environment For A Writer.

The First Story I Finished Was When I Was Six Years Old.