The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky.

I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been.

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

Authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer.

A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing.

I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.