Whatever is powerful to you can be translated into something which will matter to somebody that you will never know.

The truth is that you can divide your heart in all sorts of interesting ways - a little here, a little there, most banked at home, some of it coined out for a flutter. But love cleaves through the mind's mathematics. Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be. How will you heal your heart when love has split it in two?

Of course that is not the whole story, but that is the way with stories; we make them what we will. It's a way of explaining the universe while leaving the universe unexplained, it's a way of keeping it all alive, not boxing it into time.

You have to engage with people who are different from you and try to work with their thinking and their mind. That's a real challenge.

I don't understand why people talk of art as a luxury when it's a mind-altering possibility.

Yes, the past is another country, but one that we can visit, and once there we can bring back the things we need.

What are you that makes me feel thus? Who are you for whom time has no meaning?