I'd say my greatest fear is fear itself.

When I'm on a roll nothing makes me happier or feel more satisfied, like plugging in, life makes sense.

I'm not comfortable holidaying in other people's poverty.

At about the age of ten, my friends and I discovered the joys of sitting in graveyards drinking merrydown cider and kissing and stealing our elder siblings' records.

The husk could be some useless bloke or losing myself and changing my DNA with bottomless grief.

One time I completely thought I'd turned into a werewolf and was sure I could see hairs sprouting from my face. At those times I'd suddenly go very quiet and not talk to anyone, stunned from the developments, being a werewolf and all.

When I was really young I used to collect frog spawn. I made a pond out of an old sink and I loved to spend hours watching the frogs grow.