British aren't really known for their physical loveliness but firemen, generally speaking, are gorgeous.

I have a lot of people to thank but they're none of them here so I'm not going to bother.

I hate the way market forces try to separate us out in to the appropriate demographic - basically in order to sell us things. We need to find stories that we can enjoy together, not separately.

Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn - to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise.

I'm an atheist. I suppose you can call me a sort of libertarian anarchist. I regard religion with fear and suspicion. It's not enough to say that I don't believe in God. I actually regard the system as distressing: I am offended by some of the things said in the Bible and the Qur'an and I refute them.

There is that thing about not working with animals and children - I don't think that's true. Although you should never work with donkeys.

Laughter is a celebration of our failings. That's what clowns are for. And that's what I am.