Crime Fiction Is A Genre For Writing

It Was As If The Demise Of The Owner Had Lent The Flat A Physical Void It Hadn't Had Before. At The Same Time He Had The Feeling That He Wasn't Alone. Harry Believed In The Existence Of The Soul. Not That He Was Particularly Religious As Such, But It Was One Thing Which Always Struck Him When He Saw A Dead Body: The Body Was Bereft Of Something...the Creature Had Gone, The Light Had Gone,there Was Not The Illusory Afterglow That Long-since Burned-out Stars Have. The Body Was Missing Its Soul And It Was The Absence Of The Soul That Made Harry Believe.

When I Finish A Book, I'm So Exhausted That I'm Sort Of Letting Myself Think That This Could Be The End.

As I Say, We Norwegians Love Our Woolens, And You Can Buy Some Beautiful Knitwear In Oslo. They Might Cost You A Bit - But They Will Last.

Everyone Knew That Fat Had Become The New Cancer, Yet They Bellyached About The Dieting Hysteria And Applauded The "real" Women's Body. As Though Doing No Exercise And Being Overfed Was Some Kind Of Sensible Mold.

Doubt Is Faith's Shadow.