I have heard the languages of apocalypse, and now I shall embrace the silence.

I want to write a play. I'd like to do an original musical. I should probably put together a poetry collection.

Identity can be so gelatinous sometimes.

This is the only country in the world, that worries about what it is. The rest of them know what they are. No one ever needs to go searching for the heart of Norway. Or looks for the soul of Mozambique. They know what they are.

Many phenomena - wars, plagues, sudden audits - have been advanced as evidence for the hidden hand of Satan in the affairs of Man, but whenever students of demonology get together the M25 London orbital motorway is generally agreed to be among the top contenders for exhibit A.

People can get involved in wonderfully creative ways that have nothing to do with you, but spark off things you begin with.

So the day became one of waiting, which was, he knew, a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding.