I was trying to unravel the complicated trigonometry of the radical thought that silence could make up the greatest lie ever told.

Know this. I think you could be special if you only thought there was anything special about yourself.

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.

But even her demons she invested with inordinate beauty, consecrated them with the dignity of her attention.

My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.

Cameras are a lifesaver for very shy people who have nowhere else to hide. Behind a lens they can disguise the fact that they have nothing to say to strangers.

I still write in long hand. I type like a chimpanzee.