It is something I recognise in myself. I do eavesdrop. I do people-watch, a lot.

The whole city stopped - And this is a pause worth savouring, because the world will soon be complicated again.

I once saw a picture in the paper of John Hegley with 'poet' written on his knuckles, and I thought that was pretty cool, so I was quite up front about it.

I say too much of what, he says too much of everything, too much stuff, too many places, too much information, too many people, too much of things for there to be too much of, there is too much to know and I don't know where to begin but I want to try.

People seem to be losing their sense of boundaries more and more, what people are willing to put up on the internet, especially blogs. People seem to assume that only their friends are going to read it but anyone in the world could read it at any time.

Last week I was just someone who had had a first novel published.

If nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?