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

He has been disassembled by her. And if she has brought him to this, what has he brought her to?

You must talk to me, Caravaggio. Or am I just a book? Something to be read, some creature to be tempted out of a loch and shot full of morphine, full of corridors, lies, loose vegetation, pockets of stones.

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.

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

You don't want to write your own opinion, you don't want to just represent yourself, but represent yourself through someone else.

How we are almost nothing. We think, in our youth, we are the centre of the universe, but we simply respond, go this way or that by accident, survive or improve by the luck of the draw, with little choice or determination on our part.