If you show this devious little liar one atom's worth of compassion I will have you shot.

I think that what I do is a form of pathetic fallacy, the literary trope in which nature is in sympathy with the mood of the story. I connect the physical setting and props in the story to the emotional state of the characters.

Hope is treacherous, but how can you live without it?

There were no route maps posted on the walls, but a Wonderland-style sign commanding, 'If you know where you are, then please tell others.

But people need lift, too. People don't get moving, they don't soar, they don't achieve great heights, without someone buoying them up.

There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will

We are a sensational team.