Narrative is one of the best intoxicants or tranquilisers.

Mine the long night The secret place Where lovers meet In long embrace In purple dark In silvered kiss Forget the world And grasp your bliss

Our days weave together the simple pleasures of daily life, which we should never take for granted, and the higher pleasures of Art and Thought which we may now taste as we please, with none to forbid or criticise.

I have a dreadful fear that the more you try to prevent revealing the self the more you do.

He felt changed, but there was no one to tell.

Creative Writing was not a form of psychotherapy, in ways both sublime and ridiculuous, it clearly was, precisely that.

There is a certain aesthetic pleasure in trying to imagine the unimaginable and failing, if you are a reader.