When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.

I am your dwarf. I am the enemy within. I am the boss of your dreams. See. Your hand shakes. It is not palsy or booze. It is your Doppelganger trying to get out. Beware...Beware...

Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.

Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen.

And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself

[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.

Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.