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

Always in my books, I like to throw that rogue element into a stable situation and then see what happens.

If you should leave me, my heart will turn to water and flood away.

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 want to conquer you; I just want to climb you.

I have set off and found that there is no end to even the simplest journey of the mind. I begin, and straight away a hundred alternative routes present themselves. I choose one, no sooner begin, than a hundred more appear. Every time I try to narrow down my intent I expand it, and yet those straits and canals still lead me to the open sea, and then I realize how vast it all is, this matter of the mind. I am confounded by the shining water and the size of the world.

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.