I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together
Openings come quickly, sometimes, like blue space in running clouds. A complete overcast, then a blaze of light.
I don't want realism. I want magic!
Luck is believing you're lucky.
Security is a kind of death.
Symbols are nothing but the natural speech of drama.