I hope the strong women out there aren't quiet and they don't go away, because when people attack you for speaking, the best way to drive them nuts is to smile and carry on speaking, louder, more wisely, more intensely, more articulately than ever.

Why are we talking about this good and evil? They're just names for sides. We know that.

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.

I love making things. I love building things. I love the idea that something's in the world that wasn't there before.

The wise man knows when to keep silent. Only the fool tells all he knows.

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.

I watch my heart disappearing into her rosebud mouth. My Valentine's jest somehow seems less funny.