If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.

From time to time it has struck me that as a writer, I've somehow managed to live my life as I had long ago dreamt of doing, based on the Tintin paradigm: on my toes, travelling, senses attentuated, everything just adventure and exploration, curiosity and problem-solving.

If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.

When you can stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't.

Drought brings out the worst in us and it's easy to hate your fellow human beings.

Love could be fractured and serve different purposes, and that intense love could be divided, between people just as easily as between moments of time.

When you think you are in love, you don't want to know about the things that could end it.