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

There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lovers enter the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in a new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.

It's an odd state to be in, blowing the whistle on your home country.

But we were interested in how our lives could mean something to the past. We sailed into the past.

I tend not to know what the plot is or the story is or even the theme. Those things come later, for me.

The joyful will stoop with sorrow, and when you have gone to the earth I will let my hair grow long for your sake, I will wander through the wilderness in the skin of a lion

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.