People smile at me as if they know me. I just smile back. They probably might know me.

I love a good laugh as well I think that's so important in life which is probably why I've dabbled in comedy writing as well as horror. I think if you can make someone laugh or smile it's the most special thing in the world.

If I went to them all dressed up and flashed a nice smile for the cameras it would probably be easier for me to get work. But I just can't tolerate it.

We do a hard fantasy as well as hard science fiction and I think I probably single-handedly recreated military science fiction. It was dead before I started working in it.

I could write historical fiction or science fiction or a mystery but since I find it fascinating to research the clues of some little know period and develop a story based on that I will probably continue to do it.

I'm not a great science fiction fan myself. I probably feel that way about Westerns. Like I used to play Cowboys and Indians they can act out Will and the Robot.

Science fiction readers probably have the gene for novelty and seem to enjoy a cascade of invention as much as a writer enjoys providing one.

Strictly speaking the idea of a scientific poem is probably as nonsensical as that of a poetic science.

The most watched programme on the BBC after the news is probably 'Doctor Who.' What has happened is that science fiction has been subsumed into modern literature. There are grandparents out there who speak Klingon who are quite capable of holding down a job. No one would think twice now about a parallel universe.

If an elderly but distinguished scientist says that something is possible he is almost certainly right but if he says that it is impossible he is very probably wrong.

If I could be more vague I'd write more about people in my life but I hate hurting feelings or making people feel uncomfortable. I've done that before. Unless they're sad songs. Those get finished fast but the mean ones often end up at the back of the bottom drawer and it's probably for the best.

I found out about reviews early on. They're mostly written by sad men on bad afternoons. That's probably why I'm less angry than some writers who are so narcissistic they consider every line of every review even a thoughtful one as major treason.

I probably have the worst wardrobe. It's the most ill-fitting with the worst patterns and colors and the most nipple rubbage. There's bad chafing and it's always tight in all the wrong places. What's sad is that I'm kinda getting used to it.

Scientology is probably one of the most misunderstood things and it's sad that it's so misunderstood.

But probably my favorite music believe it or not is sad music.

The question I love to get asked is: 'What's the hardest part of your job?' And literally the answer is probably real sad but it's to just to be me. Like it's really hard because I think people you know have a set idea of what a pop star should be.

There's a hardening of the culture. Reality TV has lowered the standards of entertainment. You're left wondering about the legitimacy of relationships. It's probably harder to entertain the same people with a more classic form of writing and romantic comedies are a classic genre.

You won't find me in a romantic comedy. Those movies don't speak to me. People don't come to talk to me about those scripts because they probably think I'm this dark twisted miserable person.

I'd like to classify my life as a romantic comedy. Unfortunately I feel it's probably more like a TV reality show.

You're an actor are you? Well all that means is: you are irresponsible irrational romantic and incapable of handling an adult emotion or a universal concept without first reducing it to something personal material sensational - and probably sexual!

I'm probably a bit romantic about it but I think we humans miss having contact with fire. We need it.

If a June night could talk it would probably boast it invented romance.

Remember beneath every cynic there lies a romantic and probably an injured one.

Until we respect bin Laden we are going to die in numbers that are probably unnecessary.