The rebellion of art is a daily rebellion against the state of living death routinely called real life.

Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.

Every believer is an anarchist at heart. True believers would rather see governments topple and history rewritten than scuff the cover of their faith.

I am a writer who happens to love women. I am not a lesbian who happens to write.

The world is surely wide enough to walk without fear.

Love demands expression. It will not stay still, stay silent, be good, be modest, be seen and not heard, no. It will break out in tongues of praise, the high note that smashes the glass and spills the liquid.

Wherever love is, I want to be, I will follow it as surely as the land-locked salmon finds the sea.