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

It is the nature of walls that they should fall.

I don't own my emotions unless I can think about them. I am not afraid of feeling but I am afraid of feeling unthinkingly. I don't want to drown. My head is my heart's lifebelt.

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home.

But not all dark places need light, I have to remember that.

I have a list of titles that I leave at the [library] desk, because they are bound to be written some day, and it's best to be ahead of the queue.

I think we are worlds compressed into human form.