The first sentence of every novel should be: Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human.

The first sentence of every novel should be: Trust me, this will take time but there is order here, very faint, very human.

... the desert, where there is the communal book of moonlight. We were among the rumour of wells. In the palace of winds.

What night gave Rafael was a formlessness in which everything had a purpose. As if darkness had a hidden musical language.

Meanwhile with the help of an anecdote I fell in love. Words caravaggio. They have a power.

Half a page--and the morning is already ancient.

There was a time when mapmakers named the places they travelled through with the names of lovers rather than their own.