...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.

Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.

Maybe you saw her first? Caught a glimpse between the lines, between the letters, like a ghost in the mirror, a ghost in the wings?

Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.

House of Leaves is certainly about the unsettling nature of fear - and it was my aim to address that - but its also about recovering from fear.

I could see her get all nervous but she was also excited. Nightmares have that quality, don't they?

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real