Kissing was something I did a lot of. Kissing in a wheat field as the sun begins to set on a summer's evening, with the haze of that light.

We're all like little ants who scurry around with the materials that are at hand right now. Each generation finds new materials. Its just evolution, isn't it?

Heaven is what we spend our lives trying to find.

The way I write, words can means lots of different things.

When I first started writing, a friend said I should be careful because I'm letting people know how to reach right in and play with my workings. And they do!

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.

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