And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.

The silence was always the greates temptation.

You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.

I find writing extremely difficult. I usually have to drag myself to my desk, mainly because I doubt myself. And it's getting harder because I want to improve with every book.

I'm not one of these 'the characters write themselves; the story just fell out of me' kind of writers. Wish it was like that.

Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark beating heart, I know. He'd have loved it alright. You see? Even Death Has A Heart.

That's typically what writers do; we just sit around complaining most of the time. And the better things are going, the more they complain.