What did a few ripples in the flesh matter when, all too soon, now or later, that flesh would be making its return journey to dust?
The characters that I create are parts of myself and I send them on little missions to find out what I don’t know yet.
The race of children possesses magically sagacious powers.
Actors between plays are like ghosts looking for bodies to inhabit.
Dreams say what they mean, but they don't say it in daytime language.
Some things arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.