Somewhere between fear and sex passion is.

Academics love to make theories about a body of work, but each book consumes the writer and is the sum of his or her world.

The key to happiness ... is tolerance of those who do not do as you do.

What to say? That the end of love is a haunting. A haunting of dreams. A haunting of silence. Haunted by ghosts it is easy to become a ghost. Life ebbs. The pulse is too faint. Nothing stirs you. Some people approve of this and call it healing. It is not healing. A dead body feels no pain.

I don't understand why people talk of art as a luxury when it's a mind-altering possibility.

Intensity is the desire to receive. Open yourself to light and you will become light.

I feel in colour, strong tones that I hue down for the comfort of the pastelly inclined. Beige and magnolia and a hint of pink are what the well-decorated heart is wearing; who wants my blood red and vein-blue?