If There Is One Eternal Truth Of

A Good Writer Can Watch A Cat Pad Across The Street And Know What It Is To Be Pounced Upon By A Bengal Tiger.

People Like You Should Be Stopped, Mr. Woodrow,' She Mused Aloud, With A Puzzled Shake Of Her Wise Head. 'you Think You're Solving The World's Problems But Actually You're The Problem.

Every Writer Knows He Is Spurious; Every Fiction Writer Would Rather Be Credible Than Authentic.

When It Comes To Recruiting People For The Secret World, What The Recruiters Are Looking For Is Pretty Much What I Had. I Was Unanchored, Looking For An Institution To Look After Me. I Had A Bit Of Larceny. I Understood Larceny. I Understood The Natural Criminality In People - Because It Was - It Was All Around Me. And I Have No Doubt There Was A Chunk Of It Inside Me Too. Once I Found That Identity, It Took Root In Me. It Exactly - It Gelled With The World That I'd Known In The Past.

I Grew Up In A Completely Bookless Household. It Was My Father's Boast That He Had Never Read A Book From End To End. I Don't Remember Any Of His Ladies Being Bookish. So I Was Entirely Dependent On My Schoolteachers For My Early Reading With The Exception Of The Wind In The Willows, Which A Stepmother Read To Me When I Was In Hospital.