We read each other through our eyes, and anatomically they are an extension of our brains. When we catch someone's eye, we look into a mind.

I've always thought of wholeness and integration as necessary myths. We're gragmented beings who cement ourselves together, but there are always cracks. Living with the cracks is part of being, well, reasonably healthy.

Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.

Libraries are sexual dream factories. The langour brings it on.

I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.

Dreams are stories made by and for the dreamer.

Every painting is always two paintings: The one you see, and the one you remember.