Every Night I Cut Out My Heart.

Everything Is Biographical, Lucian Freud Says. What We Make, Why It Is Made, How We Draw A Dog, Who It Is We Are Drawn To, Why We Cannot Forget. Everything Is Collage, Even Genetics. There Is The Hidden Presence Of Others In Us, Even Those We Have Known Briefly. We Contain Them For The Rest Of Our Lives, At Every Border We Cross.

Everyone Has To Scratch On Walls Somewhere Or They Go Crazy

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

Fathers Die.you Keep On Loving Them In Any Way You Can.you Can't Hide Him Away In Your Heart.

In Sri Lanka A Well-told Lie Is Worth A Thousand Facts.