Humour is God's special gift to humanity. Handy, because it turns out to be necessary.

And you can't help but worry for them, love them, want for them - those who go on down the close, foetid galleries of time and space without you.

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

I wanted to be a writer all my life. Since I was 10. And then at a certain point I began to assume I was one, which is rich, I know. I didn't meet a writer until I was nearly an adult, so I had no idea what I'd bet the farm on.

Whether you're in the water staring up at a looming set or standing in front of 15000 people at a demo, you have to manufacture some courage and a sense of optimism in order to get through the moment, the day, the rest of your life.

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

I can't make something 'useful' to me in a writing sense for a very long time. I don't have any journalistic instinct. And I do keep a journal, but it's neither very revealing nor fruitful for work. Stuff just bubbles up from the swamp later.