I think radio plays are my favourite medium, as they make the listener work and create and contribute in a way that TV and film can never do, and they have an immediacy that written prose often lacks.

He was alone in the darkness once more, but the darkness became brighter and brighter until it was burning like the sun.

The world is always ending, for someone.

He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.

We have to get the... the thing I got... to the Angel. And then he'll tell Door about her family, and he'll tell me how to get home." Lamia looked at Hunter with delight. "And he can give you brains," she said, cheerfully, "and me a heart.

I can get away before the storm hits. Away from a world in which opiates have become the religion of the masses.

For the record, I don't expect you to believe any of this. Not really. I'm a liar by trade, after all; albeit, I like to think, an honest liar.