Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.

If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.

What is written beneath this heavy handsome book cover will count, so sayeth this cover.

Roman influence seeds itself, sprouting mighty oaks right through the modern forest of computers, digital disks, microviruses and space satellites.

That process by which you become a writer is a pretty lonely one. We don't have a group apprenticeship like a violinist might training for an orchestra.

My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death

I don't believe in hell. The idea that a supreme being would make hell is ridiculous. An eternity of pain that results in no learning, reformation or rebirth is a nauseating idea. It's one of the reasons I left Christianity. I simply could not accept that version of God.