The impulse to worship is impossible to eradicate. Even the most prosaic have to worship something.

Destiny is a worrying concept. I don't want to be fated, I want to choose.

There's no such thing as autobiography, there's only art and lies

The continuous narrative of existence is a lie. There is no continuous narrative, there are lit-up moments, and the rest is dark.

Quoting her mother: The trouble with a book is you never know what's in it until it's too late!

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?

Do all lovers feel helpless and valiant in the presence of the beloved? Helpless because the need to roll over like a pet dog is never far away. Valiant because you know you would slay a dragon with a pocket knife if you had to.