I'm not a vagrant... I'm a hobo. Big difference.

I have a kind of old-fashioned, artisan approach.

I was in the machine. My whole life. Then the machine coughed and spat me out. So I thought, OK, if I'm out, I'm out. All the way out. I was a little angry and it was probably an immature reaction. But I got used to it.

I know I'm smarter than an armadillo

Lone women shouldn't stop in the middle of nowhere for giant unkempt strangers with duct tape on their faces.

British crime stories tend to be very internal, psychological, claustrophobic, very limited in terms of geography.

He had fallen out of the ugly tree, and hit every branch.