War Created Bizarre Allies, While Peace Itself

Right From The Very Beginning, I Knew I Wanted To Write Palpably Scottish Fiction.

A Good Album Should Be More Than The Sum Of Its Parts.

No Matter How Many Awards You've Won Or How Many Sales You've Got, Come The Next Book It's Still A Blank Sheet Of Paper And You're Still Panicking Like Hell That You've Got Nothing New To Say.

From This Height The Sleeping City Seems Like A Child's Construction, A Model Which Has Refused To Be Constrained By Imagination. The Volcanic Plug Might Be Black Plasticine, The Castle Balanced Solidly Atop It A Skewed Rendition Of Crenellated Building Bricks. The Orange Street Lamps Are Crumpled Toffee-wrappers Glued To Lollipop Sticks.

War Created Bizarre Allies, While Peace Itself Could Be Divisive.