On Our Way Home We Were Waiting

The Humble And Meek Are Thirsting For Lood

With Madness, As With Vomit, It's The Passerby Who Receives The Inconvenience.

Policemen, Like Red Squirrels, Must Be Protected.

People Think I Write Fantasy, But I Don't; Some Things May Be Exaggerated Or Distorted In The Same Way That Painters Distort And Alter Things, But They're Realistic Figures. They're Perfectly Recognisable.

God Is A Gentleman. He Prefers Blondes