“In his shabby jeans Vos never thought of himself as old. Nor did most of those he met as far as he could work out. They seemed to treat him like an odd adolescent, trapped in amber in his houseboat,… — 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
