Im writing what comes into my head, or through me, or from somewhere else, and it is the most extraordinary, exciting thing. I love it, and Im very greedy, and I really enjoy it!

I was reading some complex books in my own youth-and no, I didnt always understand every word, let alone every concept-but I got the main thrust, which was like a lifeline in a fluctuating world.

I haven't changed. Something's happened to me, that's all.

The dictate of the light says: Know yourself and what you are. The dark replies, By all means, but then become afraid.

How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.

Whatever the hell I am, I am Me.

Maidens who stay maidens turn into saints. Old women become sorceresses. Tough jobs, both of these.