Go To Venice. Find Scorpia. And You

I'm Not Very Good At Creating Worlds. I Prefer To Write About The World As It Is.

Alan Blunt Got In Touch With Me And Asked Me To Put You Up Here For The Rest Of The Week, To Pretend That You're My Son. I Have To Say, You Don't Look Anything Like Me." "i Don't Look Anything Like Myself Either," Alex Said.

My Favorite Part Of Writing A Book Is Thinking Up The Ideas, And That Can Start A Long Time Before I Actually Sit Down At My Desk.

I Hear It Still. As I Lay Down My Pen And Take To My Bed, I Am Aware Of The Bow Being Drawn Across The Bridge And The Music Rises Into The Night Sky. It Is Far Away And Barely Audible - But There It Is! A Pizzicato. Then A Tremelo. The Style Is Unmistakable. It Is Sherlock Holmes Who Is Playing. It Must Be. I Hope With All My Heart That He Is Playing For Me . . .

Death Is The Same For The One Who Dies.