Every hour wounds. The last one kills.

You get what anybody gets - you get a lifetime.

When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.

I tweet, therefore my entire life has shrunk to 140 character chunks of instant event and predigested gnomic wisdom. And swearing.

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.

The ideas aren't that important. Really they aren't. Everyone's got an idea for a book, a movie, a story, a TV series.

I am fascinated a) by transgressive art and b) what happens beyond the boundaries.