Wolves ate even mighty hunters, for there was no honor or code among predators, and everyone's guts steam the same way when torn open on a cold night.

Journalism is just a gun. It’s only got one bullet in it, but if you aim right, that’s all you need. Aim it right, and you can blow a kneecap off the world.

That means that the universe is two-dimensional. Matter, energy, time, you, me and the floor are holograms.

Writing is basically a job for people who like punching themselves in the face, I’m pretty sure.

Tradition - one of those words conservative people use as a shortcut to thinking.

I grew up in the 80s in England: we'd wake up each morning and look out the window to see if the government had finally put Daleks on the streets.

Los Angeles had no culture of its own, just a large collection of misreadings of the artistic histories of other, proper cities.