I realised something important: whatever is on the outside can be taken away at any time. Only what is inside you is safe.

Don't regret your life, child, it will pass soon enough.

And you? Now that I have discovered you? Beautiful, dangerous, unleashed. Still I try to hold you, knowing that your body is faced with knives.

Where you are born--what you are born into, the place, the history of the place, how that history mates with your own-- stamps who you are, whatever the pundits of globalisation have to say.

Shuttered like a fan no-one suspects your shoulder blades of wings.

Many people feel their outer self isn't the whole self.

I fell in love once, if love be that cruelty which takes us straight to the gates of Paradise only to remind us they are closed for ever.