Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.

Not gay, just never met the right woman.

Write. Finish things. Get them published. Write something else while you're waiting for someone to publish the first thing.

I was a scholarship minor public school day boy at Ardingly College and later Whitgift School. Then, straight into work as a journalist - a wonderful thing for a writer.

Do you know why I stopped being Delight, my brother? I do. There are things not in your book. There are paths outside this garden.

M is for magic. All the letters are, if you put them together properly. You can make magic with them, and dreams, and, I hope, even a few surprises.

For some, it was easier to take the leap from the leafless tree and dance on nothing until dancing was done.