Word spread because word will spread. Stories and secrets fight, stories win, shed new secrets, which new stories fight, and on.

I feel fantastically geeky. [But] I'm not one of those people who's enormously proud of being a geek, but nor am I particularly ashamed of it.

There's plenty of stuff that I don't feel dissident about: I really like tea, I don't have any problem with that. I like lots of paintings.

My Google-fu is strong.

I differ with myself then agree, like the rock that was broken and cemented together. I change my opinion.

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

PEOPLE HAVE WANTED TO narrate since first we banged rocks together & wondered about fire. There’ll be tellings as long as there are any of us here, until the stars disappear one by one like turned-out lights.