We are all part of that global traffic and I think that the effort to make yourself understood and to be not a problem for anyone or to hide your own particuarly is a mistake. I think people will and do value individuality.

I eat green ants often enough. They are wonderful. The trick is to squash them before you eat them, otherwise they bite your tongue and it ruins the experience.

It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.

Humour's the pay-off for all that existential horror.

It's dark already and I'm out here again, talking, telling the story to the quiet night.

It's terrifying to think you can remember things you shouldn't possibly be able to. It's like that childhood fear of having your soul slip from your body in your sleep. The darkness, those black sheets of glass sliding over you, upping the pressure, pushing you through the time and space and story.

The ocean is a supreme metaphor for change. I expect the unexpected but am never fully prepared.