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

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?

Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.

I want to be an art-hero - I want to change the form of the novel.

Now that I have lost you I cannot allow you to develop, you must be a photograph not a poem.

I keep telling this story - different people, different places, different times - but always you, always me, always this story, because a story is a tight rope between two worlds.

I live alone, with cats, books, pictures, fresh vegetables to cook, the garden, the hens to feed.