Ever since I was two, I've loved octopuses, monsters, abandoned buildings.

Part of the appeal of the fantastic is taking ridiculous ideas very seriously and pretending they're not absurd.

Everything has changed. I cannot be used anymore. Those days are over. I know too much. What I do now, I do for me.

I like the idea of trying to write a book in every genre.

Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.

I love it when people want to interpret my books.

London is an endless skirmish between angles and emptiness.