In that house, you will find my heart. You must break in, Henri, and get it back for me.' Was she mad? We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her, but she took my hand and put it against her chest. Feel for yourself.

The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.

..to change something you do not understand is the true nature of evil.

Louise, I would gladly fire the past for you, go and not look back. I have been reckless before, never counting the cost, oblivious to the cost. Now, I've done the sums ahead. I know what it will mean to redeem myself from the accumulations of a lifetime. I know and I don't care. You set before me a space uncluttered by association. It might be a void or it might be a release. Certainly I want to take the risk. I want to take the risk because the life I have stored up is going mouldy.

There is a certain seductiveness about dead things. You can ill treat, alter and recolour what's dead. It won’t complain.

Now that I have lost you I cannot allow you to develop, you must be a photograph not a poem.

They believed that if a mouse found your hair clippings and built a nest with them you got a headache. If the nest was big enough, you might go mad.