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

I want to get to the end and feel that I've done all I could, given the limitations and given the opportunities.

I think men can really get in the way when you are trying to sort your life out and get on with it. Because they just take up so much space. I'm not under any illusions that I could have been where I am now in literary terms if I had been heterosexual. I really believe I would not be.

What are you that makes me feel thus? Who are you for whom time has no meaning?

In this life, you have to be your own hero.

Strange to dream in the right shape and build in the wrong shape, but maybe that is what we do every day, never believing that a dream could tell the truth.

Life was a pre-death experience.