the buddhists say there are 149 ways to god. i'm not looking for god, only for myself, and that is far more complicated.

I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.

You've got these twenty million people who call themselves the Evangelical Christians who will put their hand up and say, I believe in the devil, I'm against abortion and gay rights, and we have to blow up the world. It's frightening.

While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.

They believed that if a mouse found your hair clippings and built a nest with them you got a headache. If the nest was big enough, you might go mad.

Yes, the past is another country, but one that we can visit, and once there we can bring back the things we need.

To me, life, for all its privations, is a luminous thing. You have to risk it.