Creativity is on the side of health - it isn't the thing that drives us mad; it is the capacity in us that tries to save us from madness.

In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun.

I was sixteen and my mother was about to throw me out of the house forever, for breaking a very big rule, even bigger than the forbidden books. The rule was not just No Sex, but definitely No Sex With Your Own Sex.

With animal behavior, they're all fine until you introduce some rogue element into the cage, and then they go crazy.

In a world where meaning is often absent or imposed, reading offers a dialogue with ourselves, with society, with history, and with the dead.

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?

I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.