The password is a flicker of an eyelash.

In a world where language and naming are power, silence is oppression, is violence.

Lies are usually attempts to make everything simpler - for the liar - than it really is, or ought to be.

It's as if, in the mother's eyes, her smile, her stroking touch, the child first reads the message:'You are there!'

There is no 'the truth','a truth' - truth is not one thing, or even a system. It is an increasing complexity. the pattern of the carpet is a surface. When we look closely, or when we become weavers, we learn of the tiny multiple threads unseen in the overall pattern, the knots on the underside of the carpet

My heart is moved by all I cannot save: so much has been destroyed I have to cast my lot with those who age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.

When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever.