Every great narrative is at least two narratives, if not more - the thing that is on the surface and then the things underneath which are invisible.

Even things which seem separate and finished are infinitely connected and will infinitely connect. This connection happens as soon as you let it, as soon as you engage - as soon as you even attempt to engage.

All we are is eyes looking for the unbroken or the edges where the broken bits might fit each other.

I have thought for a long time that the way my clothes hang on me is more important than me inside them.

Oh. To be filled with goodness then shattered by goodness, so beautifully mosaically fragmented by such shocking goodness.

Every great narrative is at least two narratives, if not more - the thing that is on the surface and then the things underneath which are invisible.

The head has its confines. The head’s got those all right, and the heart. The heart has its reasons.