You speak your mind, don't you...? A rare find in a woman.

Wherever love comes from, whatever is its genesis, it isn’t like a quantity of gold or diamonds, even water in the earth-a fixed quantity, Fos thought. You can’t use up love, deplete it at its source. Love exists beyond fixed limits. Beyond what you can see or count.

You think you know someone by looking at his face but what can one face say about the thousand thoughts behind those eyes.

Asking anyone what she or he is reading is a necessary part of conversation, exchanging news. So I take recommendations from friends - and I always pass along a book I've loved.

I don't remember being a child, and that's why I think I'm so child-like now in my unending curiosity and approach to life.

What thrills me about trains is not their size or their equipment but the fact that they are moving, that they embody a connection between unseen places.

I write on a visual canvas, 'seeing' a scene in my thoughts before translating it into language, so I'm a visual junkie.