In His Heart, He Knew That There

The First Thing He Noticed Was How Quiet It Was. This Was Nothing Like The Kind Of Quiet He Heard When He Woke Up In The Middle Of The Night After A Bad Dream. When That Happened, There Were Always Strange, Unidentifiable Sounds Seeping Into His Room From The Tiny Gaps Where The Windowpanes Weren't Sealed Together Correctly. At Those Moments He Could Always Tell There Was Life Outside, Even If All That Life Was Fast Asleep. It Was A Silence That Wasn't Silence At All.

He Suddenly Became Convinced That If He Didn’t Do Something Sensible, Something To Put His Mind To Some Use, Then Before He Knew It He Would Be Wondering Round The Streets Having Fights With Himself And Inviting Domestic Animals To Social Occasions Too.

I Think That Books For Young People Should Have Serious And Important Themes, They Shouldn't Be Trivial. So The Books I Write, They Would Be The Kind Of Stories You Would Write In An Adult Novel Only They Just Happen To Feature A Child At The Center Of Them.

It Occurs To Me That Even Though Zoya And I Are Both Still Alive, My Life Is Already Over. She Will Be Taken From Me Soon And There Will Be No Reason For Me To Continue Without Her. We Are One Person, You See. We Are Georgyandzoya.

I Enjoy The Research Element. There Are So Many Stories From The Past That Interest Me, That I Want To Learn More About, Just As An Interested Person. And If I'm Going To Learn, If I'm Going To Research, It's Probably Going To Lead Me To Writing A Novel.