There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name.

Quoting her mother: The trouble with a book is you never know what's in it until it's too late!

A bridge is a meeting place . . . a possibility, a metaphor.

Our own front door can be a wonderful thing, or a sight we dread; rarely is it only a door.

Somewhere between fear and sex passion is.

However it is debased or misinterpreted, love is a redemptive feature. To focus on one individual so that their desires become superior to yours is a very cleansing experience.

I know I've had an unusual beginning and a colourful life, but that wouldn't matter if I couldn't make it speak to other people.