Failure is not fun. It can be awful. But living so cautiously that you never fail is worse.
I was just sitting on the train, just staring out the window at some cows. It was not the most inspiring subject. When all of a sudden the idea of Harry just appeared in my mind's eye.
Harry, you wonderful boy, you brave, brave man.
I don't need to publish to make a living.
First sign of madness, talking to your own head.
October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.