So long as readers keep reading and my publishers keep publishing, I plan to keep on writing. I'd have to be an idiot to be burnt-out in this job.

I was in television drama, which is a first cousin to the movies, and I trust myself to make the right decisions.

I wanted readers to be genuinely unsure as to whether she's telling the truth or lying. It meant making her partly sympathetic, and partly unsympathetic, which wasn't easy.

They found out about him in July and stayed angry all through August. They tried to kill him in September. It was way too soon. They weren't ready. The attempt was a failure. It could have been a disaster, but it was actually a miracle. Because nobody noticed.

I have a kind of old-fashioned, artisan approach.

Now they broke my toothbrush, I don't own anything.

I like food, like any other guy, but it is not the main thing in my life. I can do without it.