She had grown older. And he loved her more now than he had loved her when he understood her better, when she was the product of her parents. What she was now was what she herself had decided to become.

A blind lover, don't know what I love till I write it out

If you look at Japanese film, it is made up of collage or bricolage, it is made up of lists, and suddenly when you stand back from the lists you begin to see the pattern of a life.

What began it all was the bright bone of a dream I could hardly hold onto.

He will hear the rain before he feels it, a clicking on the dry grass, on the olive leaves.

I am someone who has a cold heart. If I am beside a great grief I throw barriers up so the loss cannot go too deep or too far. There is a wall instantly in place, and it will not fall.

All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.