Demons run when a good man goes to war.

If anyone said to me 'invent a new monster so we can sell more toys', I'd kick them out of my office.

There's something that doesn't make sense. Let's go and poke it with a stick.

When you're surrounded by friends and exes, there's a whole lot of stuff that starts crawling out. But however serious and traumatic those experiences may be to the participant, to the onlooker they're hilarious.

Like most writers, I write about what has happened to me as that involves the minimum amount of research.

Between the marriages, I shagged my way round television studios like a mechanical digger.

I can't see what's wrong about assuming intelligence in your audience and what's bad news about being rewarded for assuming that.