Why Do All Your Brilliant Ideas Involve

My Line Of Work Makes You Aware Of The Fragility Of Life. You Can Get Up In The Morning, Eat Your Cornflakes, Blow-dry Your Hair, Go To Work And End Up Dead.

Everyone’s Gone Mad, Typing To Themselves All Day Long Like Mindless Robots.

I Do Interviews And Signings And Readings And All Of These People Just Hang Off My Every Word. And Then I Go Home And Have Dinner With My Family And Nobody Lets Me Get A Word In.

God Help Anyone Who Messes With The Virals!

People Love To Hate The Gravedigger.