“The photographer was lost for riposte, obvious though it should have been; instead he turned to run. At least his mind did. In fact, his mind had already scooted down the Broad Walk and was clambering over the railings at… — James Herbert Copy Share Image
I grew up in the East End of London, the youngest of three boys in a Catholic household. Both my parents were market traders… — James Herbert Copy Share
Drip, drip, the rain comes falling, Rain in the woods, rain on the sea; Even the little waves, beaten, come crawling As if to… — James Herbert Copy Share
“He never walked away from a problem, but occasionally liked to bury it and dig it up later.” — James Herbert Copy Share
For me, a good friend is someone you might only see once or twice a year but each time it feels as though you've… — James Herbert Copy Share
I have a dread of sounding pretentious and try not to talk too much about what I do. — James Herbert Copy Share
I've always suffered from being labelled a horror writer - just because I didn't go to university, just because I still talk in my… — James Herbert Copy Share
“Why anyone should do so, knowing full well the dangers, was beyond the soldiers’ comprehension, but they had learned from past experience never to… — James Herbert Copy Share
I never plan my novels because if I know what is going to happen, it bores me rigid. I let the story tell itself. — James Herbert Copy Share
I've always loved comic books. As a kid, I used to read cowboy stories and historical comics about other worlds, unknown places that would… — James Herbert Copy Share
