I write about sex because often it feels like the most important thing in the world.

Many people feel their outer self isn't the whole self.

[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they're doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination.

Yes, the stories are dangerous, she was right. A book is a magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it. You step through. Do you come back?

I keep myself locked as a box when it matters, and broken open when it doesn't matter at all.

Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?

I have noticed that doing the sensible thing is only a good idea when the decision is quite small. For the life-changing things, you must risk it.