Intensity is the desire to receive. Open yourself to light and you will become light.

By betrayal, I mean promising to be on your side, then being on somebody else's.

My friends and the people who are close to me know what I am. And that is enough.

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

I like to think the price I paid by being open about my private life helped.

I felt like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real apple of Eve, fruit of the womb, I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

I had lines inside me, a string of guiding lights. I had language. Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination. I had been damaged, and a very important part of me had been destroyed - that was my reality, the facts of my life. But on the other side of the facts was who I could be, how I could feel. And as long as I had words for that, images for that, stories for that, then I wasn't lost.