... I am more of an ambler. I once overheard my old boss in Dublin describe me as very "hello trees, hello flowers." It was intended as an insult and it fulfilled its brief; I was insulted. I had little interest in greeting trees and flowers but nor did I treat life as a treadmill, on which it was vital to keep fleeing forward in order to avoid being sucked off the back and out of the game.

My truth is that what doesn't kill you makes you weaker rather than stronger, although it makes you wiser.

My mother is the best storyteller. And her mother was too.

One day we'll all be dead, and none of this will matter" -The Brightest Star in the Sky.

I loved being in my own head so much, it was getting harder and harder being with other people.

Nothing sinister. Just getting exercise. Although some might consider that sinister.

I think denial's fascinating. It's a jokey word, but it really happens, and sometimes in enormous ways.