I think there are a lot more important things than art in the world. But not to me.

I don't like gurus. I don't like people who ask you to follow or believe. I like people who ask you to think independently.

…my Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have.

I acquired a hunger for fairy tales in the dark days of blackout and blitz in the second world war.

I do not want to be a relative and passive being, anywhere. I want to live and love and write.

They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed. One night they fell asleep, side by side... He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.

Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.