Stories are how we connect. Evolution isn’t seriously about thumbs but about how we use language – that’s what raises us above dumb animals, right? Language?

…WHAT DID YOU DO TODAY…that counts?…that carries meaning?…that made the day worthwhile?…what will you do tomorrow?

Cats aren’t as friendly as they appear: fur, teeth, instinct, selfishness and cunning. Essentially they’re just big rats.

Like cat-porn.

Cats are cats.

At some point the body offers only disappointment.

I’m serious. They thought he would come up through the cracks in the ground, that there would be an earthquake and he would rise. Dust. Fire. The end of the world. They calculated the day...

Because, Paul, is it Paul? I’m here to put the f in freedom.

A tongue in a bag. Teeth. A room drenched in blood.

And then … perhaps someone will write a book about making a film about a story that is taken from this book which is taken from a real-life story that was copied from a story...

A human has seven litres of blood. This they had taught him in the army. Seven litres, which, with an arterial cut will vent a fountain two or three metres, and take three to four...

Telling stories to make himself into something that he isn’t. We all do it. We all tell stories to make ourselves look better.

You are the stories you tell, whatever their basis in fact or experience. It’s who you are.