I think if you are an outsider then you are an outsider always.

If you want something you can have it, but you have to do some work. It's the ethic my mother brought me up with.

I think everybody has a secret life.

Places do not lose their identity, however far one travels. It is the heart that begins to erode over time. The face in the hotel mirror seems blurred some mornings, as if by too many casual looks. By ten the sheets will be laundered, the carpet swept. The names on the hotel registers change as we pass. We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow.

I've never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.

I like literature that you respond to in some way. You laugh, you cry, you turn the light on - that's great, it's eliciting a response by proxy.

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.