The Bomb Lives Only As It Is

Well," He Sighed To No One In Particular, And Looked Up Into Yet Another Alien Sky. "here We Are Again.

All You Ever Were Was A Little Bit Of The Universe, Thinking To Itself. Very Specific; This Bit, Here, Right Now. All The Rest Was Fantasy.

Mr Blawke Always Reminded Me Of A Heron; I'm Not Sure Why. Something To Do With A Sense Of Rapacious Stillness, Perhaps, And Also The Aura Of One Who Knows Time Is On His Side.

I Love Writing And Can't Imagine Not Being Able To Do It. I Want An Easy Life And If It Had Been Difficult I Wouldn't Be Doing It. I Do Admire Writers Who Do It Even Though It Costs Them.

I'm Not A Great Believer In Awards-of Course The Fact That I've Never Won One Has Nothing To Do With It At All!