What's invisible to us is also crucial for our own well-being.

The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down.

I have a head for heights it's true, but no stomach for the depths. Strange then to have plumbed so many.

...there are two kinds of writing: the one you write and the one that writes you.

Earth is ancient now, but all knowledge is stored up in her. She keeps a record of everything that has happened since time began. Of time before time, she says little, and in a language that no one has yet understood. Through time, her secret codes have gradually been broken. Her mud and lava is a message from the past. Of time to come, she says much, but who listens?

There are two facts that all children need to disprove sooner or later; mother and father. If you go on believing in the fiction of your own parents, it is difficult to construct any narrative of your own.

Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.