Honestly, sometimes I get really fed up of my subconscious - it's like it's got a mind of its own.

I think that my ideas of the world are that it's random and cruel but kind of quite comical really, and therefore the humour, in a sense, springs from that.

I wanted to write about how people's beliefs shift.

I have a lot of nice Italian winter clothes that make me look like a sophisticated Lebanese professor, so my friend Robert and I go around pretending to be experts in Arabic politics. It doesn't work in the summer though. I don't have the right clothes.

Even a blind dog can find a bone every so often.

There's a part of me that still hates everything, and my natural view default setting is still very cynical and dark

If you travel to the States... they have a lot of different words than like what we use. For instance: they say 'elevator', we say 'lift'; they say 'drapes', we say 'curtains'; they say 'president', we say 'seriously deranged git.'