...sometimes we enter art to hide within it. It is where we can go to save ourselves, where a third-person voice protects us.

I kind of was shoveled onto a boat at 11 and went to England. I didn't have any parent watching over me. It was very free and may have been a bit of a scary time for me, but I really don't remember much about the voyage apart from playing ping-pong a lot with a couple friends.

I want the marginality to come into the center. This is the thing I was conscious of growing up, when I later lived in England. I saw all these war movies that came out shortly after the war, and they were all about the war being fought by Englishmen or Americans, there were no other "allies" in it - from India or Australia, etc.

Some events take a lifetime to reveal their damage and influence.

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

Her hand touched me at the wrist. "If I gave you my life, you would drop it. Wouldn't you?" I didn't say anything.

There always should be something hanging unfinished before a scene ends so that there's a reason for going to the next scene.