Writers have to have a knack for listening. I need to be able to hear what is being said to me by the voices I create.

There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past.

Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be.

Happy ending are only a pause. There are three kinds of big endings: Revenge. Tragedy. Forgiveness. Revenge and Tragedy often happen together. Forgiveness redeems the past. Forgiveness unblocks the future.

The pain is when the dreams change, as they do, as they must.

This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into telescopes. Moon and stars are magnified in this room. The sun hangs over the mantelpiece. I stretch out my hand and reach the corners of the world. The world is bundled up in this room. Beyond the door, where the river is, where the roads are, we shall be. We can take the world with us when we go and sling the sun under your arm. Hurry now, it's getting late. I don't know if this is a happy ending but here we are let loose in open fields.

A homosexual is further away from a woman than a rhinoceros.