I knew I had done something awful. I had killed love, before I even knew the enormity of what love meant.

...people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.

August is a wicked month.

... a country encapsulates our childhood and those lanes, byres, fields, flowers, insects, suns, moons and stars are forever reoccurring.

I am obsessive, also I am industrious. Besides, the time when you are most alive and most aware is in childhood and one is trying to recapture that heightened awareness.

There are times when the thing we are seeing changes before our very eyes, and if it is a landscape we praise nature, and if it is celestial we invoke God, but if it is a loved one who defects, we excuse ourselves and say we have to be somewhere and are already late for our next appointment. We do not stay to put pennies over the half-dead eyes.

Movie people are possessed by demons, but a very low form of demons.