I often need a limited space. It's like having a house to roam around in and reinvent and have things to happen in, kind of like a French farce. Doors opening, doors closing, new people arriving, and disappearing, and so forth.

For echo is the soul of the voice exciting itself in hollow places.

I promised to tell you how one falls in love.

I have to teach myself not to read too much into everything. It comes from too long having to read into hardly anything at all.

For the first forty days a child is given dreams of previous lives. Journeys, winding paths, a hundred small lessons and then the past is erased.

We own the country we grow up in, or we are aliens and invaders.

In Sri Lanka a well-told lie is worth a thousand facts.