Names come and names go.

The end of the story of Batman is he's dead. Because, in the end, the Batman dies. What else am I going to do? Retire and play golf? It doesn't work that way. It can't. I fight until I drop. And one day, I will drop.

There are stories you build and there are stories you construct; then there are the stories that you hack out of rock removing all the things that are not the story.

Life is a rock, but the radio rolled me over.

People tend to find books when they are ready for them.

It was a perfectly normal gerbil. It appeared to be living in an exciting construction of cylinders, spheres and treadmills, such as the Spanish Inquisition would have devised if they'd had access to a plastics molding press.

There's not much high and low culture any more: there's just mingling streams of art and what matters is whether it's good art or bad art.