A curse on this game. How can you stick at a game when the rules keep on changing? I shall call myself Alice and play croquet with the flamingos. In Wonderland everyone cheats and love is Wonderland, isn't it?

The impulse to worship is impossible to eradicate. Even the most prosaic have to worship something.

Don’t lie. You know you like to view but not to buy. I have found that I am not a space where people want to live, at least not without decorating first. And that is the stubbornness in me: I do not want to be someone’s little home.

My books always begin with a sentence and an image - not necessarily connected.

We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.

Do all lovers feel helpless and valiant in the presence of the beloved? Helpless because the need to roll over like a pet dog is never far away. Valiant because you know you would slay a dragon with a pocket knife if you had to.

I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.