However it is debased or misinterpreted, love is a redemptive feature. To focus on one individual so that their desires become superior to yours is a very cleansing experience.

Slightest accidents open up new worlds.

When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun.

She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings. She knew the Eiffel Tower was a hideous symbol of phallic oppression but when ordered by her commander to detonate the lift so that no-one should unthinkingly scale an erection, her mind filled with young romantics gazing over Paris and opening aerograms that said Je t'aime.

I believe in communication; books communicate ideas and make bridges between people.

Every moment you steal from the present is a moment you've lost forever. There is only now.

You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?