I don't have a plan for a story when I sit down to write. I would get quite bored carrying it out.

We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.

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

Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again

There is a story, always ahead of you. Barely existing. Only gradually do you attach yourself to it and feed it. You discover the carapace that will contain and test your character. You will find in this way the path of your life.

Could you fall in love with her if she wasn't smarter than you? I mean, she may not be smarter than you. But isn't it important for you to think she is smarter than you in order to fall in love? Think now.

I'm a Canadian citizen. But I always want to feel at home in Sri Lanka. I'm a member of both countries.