Most novels I come across have all the excitement of a long trip on a bus with a sensitive glee club. Yammer and chat.

My best stories come out of nowhere, with no concern for form at all.

We normally take the bus up, but we have a long trip to Cyprus on Sunday.

They don't play like freshmen. They bring excitement and energy to the team.

There are certain children who are told they are too sensitive, and there are certain adults who believe sensitivity is a problem that can be fixed in the way that crooked teeth can be fixed and made straight. And when these two come together you get a fairytale, a kind of story with hopelessness in it.

I believe there is something in these old stories that does what singing does to words. They have transformational capabilities, in the way melody can transform mood.

They can't transform your actual situation, but they can transform your experience of it. We don't create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay. I believe we have always done this, used images to stand and understand what otherwise would be intolerable.

I'm racing against me. As long as I come across the finish, I'll be okay.