I was shown into a room. A red room. Red wallpaper, red curtains, red carpet. They said it was a sitting-room, but I don’t know why they’d decided to confine its purpose just to sitting. Obviously, sitting was one of the things you could do in a room this size; but you could also stage operas, hold cycling races, and have an absolutely cracking game of frisbee, all at the same time, without having to move any of the furniture. It could rain in a room this big.

Driving a motorcycle is like flying. All your senses are alive.

Newton's Third Law of Conversation, if it existed, would hold that every statement implies an equal and opposite statement. To say that I'd turned the offer down raised the possibility that I might not have done.

I feel like I'm working on an oil rig right now. I'm away from home a lot.

Acting is largely about putting on masks, and music is about removing them.

I don't like the act of talking; it makes me slightly light-headed.

Now, my mom always said two wrongs don't make a right. But she never said anything about four wrongs, and that always left me confused.