After all this time I found that the novel is in fact punk rock.

I've been running my whole life. Running into bars, running around the world. But when you have a child, you can't run. That was a revelation.

The truth is, you win the Lotto. That's really how you have to approach it. You're a lottery winner when you get a sitcom and it goes.

My son's always showing me pictures of dinosaurs and asking me what their names are. I dont know so I make stuff up: That son is a thesaurus.

Sometimes my pathology just spills out into the camera doesn't it?

Sometimes they would just pay me to stay home and not do anything else, which sounds fantastic but doesn't do much for your ego. Its probably a little like getting alimony - the money is nice but has a nasty aftertaste.

Evil does not question itself. Only Hope questions itself.