Anarchy wears two faces, both Creator and Destroyer. Thus Destroyers topple empires; make a canvas of clean rubble where creators can then build a better world. Rubble, once achieved makes further ruins' means irrelevant. Away with our explosives, then! Away with our Destroyers! They have no place within our better world. But let us raise a toast to all our bombers, all our bastards, most unlovely and most unforgivable, let's drink their health, then meet with them no more.

Authority, when first detecting chaos at its heels, will entertain the vilest schemes to save its orderly facade.

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

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

I genuinely like the people I meet at signings or the bits of public talking that I do.

I was kind of a selfish child, who always wanted things his way, and I've kind of taken that over into my relationship with the world.

For whatever the future holds, one thing is certain... It just won't be the same.