There is an argument for believing that the entire process of writing a piece of fiction is simply a thinly-controlled and highly-internalised nervous breakdown designed, with a bit of luck, to produce something worthwhile at the end. — David Hewson Copy Share Image
Talking to Lee Child and discovering, from his chapter in The Chopin Manuscript, that he's even more of an audio geek than I am… — David Hewson Copy Share Image
“My life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury. It means nothing.” — David Hewson Copy Share Image
“To watch. To wait. To wonder at a world in chaos,' the girl said. 'And hope one day you fools might learn.” — David Hewson Copy Share Image
“In his shabby jeans Vos never thought of himself as old. Nor did most of those he met as far as he could work… — David Hewson Copy Share Image
“It's so much easier to define crime than it is to put your finger on justice.” — David Hewson Copy Share Image
There is an argument for believing that the entire process of writing a piece of fiction is simply a thinly-controlled and highly-internalised nervous breakdown… — David Hewson Copy Share Image
In their vanity men focus on what they wish to hear and miss the hidden meaning, the lurking threat. — David Hewson Copy Share Image
“Tomorrow and tomorrow come creeping in and always will. We're fools trapped in a mechanism of our own unconscious making. Shadows strutting and fretting… — David Hewson Copy Share Image
“Do I dream you? Or you dream me? Or does someone, something bigger than all' - her hands swept the vast constellations above them… — David Hewson Copy Share Image
