Fear is contagious. You can catch it.

There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubble in amber.

There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.

Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.

America was, to them, the place that good people went to when they died. They were prepared to believe just about anything could happen in America.

I learned to write by writing.

The lovely thing about writing comics for so many years is that comics is a medium that is mistaken for a genre. It's not that there are not genres within comics, but because comics tend to be regarded as a genre in itself, content becomes secondary; as long as I was doing a comic, people would pick it up.