Sometimes I feel weird about time. Sometimes I feel that it doesnt go in the order we perceive it. There are... repetitions that maybe we decide not to notice because it is simpler. I like to pick up on those moments.

Sometimes I feel weird about time. Sometimes I feel that it doesnt go in the order we perceive it. There are... repetitions that maybe we decide not to notice because it is simpler. I like to pick up on those moments.

The first coffee of the morning is never, ever, ready quickly enough. You die before it’s ready and then your ghost pours the resurrection potion out of the moka pot.

I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don't have names.

I feel like an old lady; my hero is Miss Marple.

That's the ideal meeting...once upon a time, only once, unexpectedly, then never again.

If you should find yourself in a place that is indifferent to you and there is someone there that your spirit stretches to, then that person is kin.