History has rewritten itself so many times I’m not really sure how it was to begin with – it’s a bit like trying to guess the original color of a wall when it’s been repainted eight times.
Sometimes I don’t know whether I’m thening or nowing.
To each our own Hamlet.
Who do readers expect to see when they pick up this book? Who has won the Most Troubled Romantic Lead at the BookWorld Awards seventy-seven times in a row? Me. All me.
Death doesn’t care about personalities – he’s more interested in meeting quotas.
I have the death sentence in seven genres.
Fiction wouldn’t be much fun without its fair share of scoundrels, and they have to live somewhere.
I still feel threatened by academics, but my books have a lot of academic in-jokes and everybody assumes I went to university and studied English.
I also read about Heathcliff’s unexpected three-year career in Hollywood under the name Buck Stallion and his eventual return to the pages of Wuthering Heights.
I got Oedipus off the incest charge – technicality, of course – he didn’t know it was his mother at the time.
If it’s a chimera alert, we just follows the screams.
I was on HPD – Heathcliff Protection Duty – in Wuthering Heights for two years, and believe me, the ProCaths tried everything. I personally saved him from assassination eight times.
I would so hate to be a first-person character! Always on your guard, always having people read your thoughts!
Pretend to be mad and talk a lot. Then – and this is the important bit – do nothing at all until you absolutely have to and then make sure everyone dies.
The cleanest souls are the easiest to soil.
Because there’s someone else here in East Carmin. Someone hopelessly unsuitable. It’s all a really bad idea and will lead to trouble of the worst sort. But no matter what, every minute in her presence makes my life a minute more complete.
True and baseless evil is as rare as the purest good – and we all know how rare that is...
Individual words, sounds, squiggles on paper with no meanings other than those with which our imagination can clothe them.
Literary detection and firearms don’t really go hand in hand; pen mighter than the sword and so forth.
Reality TV was to me the worst form of entertainment – the modern equivalent of paying sixpence to watch lunatics howling at the wall down at the local madhouse.