Without craft, art remains private. Without art, craft is merely hackwork.
Betrayal is the deepest wound. Betrayal is what remains of love, when love has gone.
The worst cynicism: a belief in luck.
I don't believe in predestination - except for genetic predilections.
The body can't distinguish between cleansing and punishing for the body is ignorant, and mute besides.
"Politics" per se is absent from my writing but there is usually a moral (if ironic) compass.