Sadness Is Very Close To

I Don't See Novels Ending With Any Real Sense Of Closure.

How Can You Smile As Though Your Whole Life Hasn't Capsized

The Trouble With All Of Us Is We Are Where We Shouldn't Be.

A Blind Lover, Don't Know What I Love Till I Write It Out

We Die Containing A Richness Of Lovers And Tribes, Tastes We Have Swallowed, Bodies We Have Plunged Into And Swum Up As If Rivers Of Wisdom, Characters We Have Climbed Into As If Trees, Fears We Have Hidden In As If Caves. I Wish For All This To Be Marked On By Body When I Am Dead. I Believe In Such Cartography - To Be Marked By Nature, Not Just To Label Ourselves On A Map Like The Names Of Rich Men And Women On Buildings. We Are Communal Histories, Communal Books. We Are Not Owned Or Monogamous In Our Taste Or Experience.