I've had an unusual life. A life far removed from most people's experience.

When you work with new people, I think that it throws all of the matters into relief, because you have to explain yourself every time. It's like crossing a new border. They want to see your documents.

I'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness. I crave the silhouette of your kiss.

I'm not even sure what I want, but that's not the point - it's that I want it now.

'Content' is a word that has never sat well with me. Like 'maturity'. They are two words I've never liked. I think they imply some sort of decay. A settling.

There's no such thing as an original sin.

Those days she was just a beautiful girl, now she's framed and hung up.