I increasingly fear that nothing good can come of almost any adaptation, and obviously that's sweeping. There are a couple of adaptations that are perhaps as good or better than the original work. But the vast majority of them are pointless.

Your pretty empire took so long to build, now, with a snap of history's fingers, down it goes.

If we loved Steve Aylett, really loved him in the way that he deserves, a selfless love that genuinely wanted nothing save his happiness and comfort, we'd lobotomise him.

The things we do without the fear of failure and the desire for success are the purest acts we'll ever do

When I hear alcoholics talk about having their demons, I think that they're probably absolutely literally correct.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.

I increasingly fear that nothing good can come of almost any adaptation, and obviously that's sweeping. There are a couple of adaptations that are perhaps as good or better than the original work. But the vast majority of them are pointless.