Human beings do not relate to written words in the same way that they will relate to spoken words. They do not relate to music in the same way that they do to pictures. It's all different parts of our head, different parts of our minds processing this.

I'm one of those writers who tends to be really good at making outlines and sticking to them. I'm very good at doing that, but I don't like it. It sort of takes a lot of the fun out.

And life is a good thing for a writer. It's where we get our raw material, for a start. We quite like to stop and watch it.

There was a hysteria in there, certainly, but there was also the exhaustion of someone who had managed, somehow, to believe several dozen impossible things in the last twenty-four hours, without ever getting a proper breakfast.

I want to write a play. I'd like to do an original musical. I should probably put together a poetry collection.

It’s part of growing up, I suppose…you always have to leave something behind you.

Nearly' only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades.