Ever Since I Was Two,

There's Plenty Of Stuff That I Don't Feel Dissident About: I Really Like Tea, I Don't Have Any Problem With That. I Like Lots Of Paintings.

When I Write My Novels, I'm Not Writing Them To Make Political Points. I'm Writing Them Because I Passionately Love Monsters And The Weird And Horror Stories And Strange Situations And Surrealism, And What I Want To Do Is Communicate That. But, Because I Come At This With A Political Perspective, The World That I'm Creating Is Embedded With Many Of The Concerns That I Have. But I Never Let Them Get In The Way Of The Monsters.

My Parents Were Hippies, And The Story Is That They Went Through A Dictionary Looking For A Beautiful Word To Name Me. They Nearly Called Me Banyan, But Flipped A Few Pages On And Reached "china," Thankfully. The Other Reason They Liked It Is That "china" Is Cockney Rhyming Slang For "mate." People Say "my Old China," Meaning "my Old Mate," Because "china Plate" Rhymes With "mate.

I Couldn't Tell If I Was Perspicacious Or Paranoid.

We Should Have Just Killed Him, That's A Lesson, Don't Get Creative With Revenge