…to create was a fundament, to appreciate, a supplement. Once created, the creature was separate from the creator, and needed no seconding to fully exist.

Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.

I never wanted to find my birth parents – if one set of parents felt like a misfortune, two sets would be self-destructive…I had no idea that you could like your parents or that they...

Things are continually beginning again; they’re never really resolved, you know. They are only resolved temporarily. We live in a society that peddles solutions, whether it’s solutions to those extra pounds you’re carrying, or to...

Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise.

Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.

It is a true saying, that what you fear you find.

For fate may hang on any moment and at any moment be changed.

Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?

When a woman gives birth her waters break and she pours out the child and the child runs free.

And so, from the first, we separated our pleasure. She lay on the rug and I lay at right angles to her so that only our lips might meet. Kissing in this way is the...