When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun.

The rebellion of art is a daily rebellion against the state of living death routinely called real life.

Life was a pre-death experience.

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.

What it means to be human is to bring up your children in safety, educate them, keep them healthy, teach them how to care for themselves and others, allow them to develop in their own way among adults who are sane and responsibile, who know the value of the world and not its economic potential. It means art, it means time, it means all the invisibles never counted by the GDP and the census figures. It means knowing that life has an inside as well as an outside. And I think it means love.

As your lover describes you, so you are.

There's no such thing as autobiography, there's only art and lies