Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels.

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?

Where you are born--what you are born into, the place, the history of the place, how that history mates with your own-- stamps who you are, whatever the pundits of globalisation have to say.

Happy Valentines Day to those who have found love, in whatever shape or form, and to those who are still hunting, don't give up. If you feel bad, send yourself a card. You must be worth it.

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

Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.

I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone.