Food Doesn't Exist, But Can Only Be

Childhood Is The Province Of The Imagination And When I Immerse Myself In It, I Re-create It As It Was, As It Could Have Been, As I Wanted - And Didn't Want - It To Be.

The Quiet People Just Do Their Work.

In A Family, What Isn't Spoken Is What You Listen For. But The Noise Of A Family Is To Drown It Out.

Tragedy Is The Highest Form Of Art.

Stories Come To Us As Wraiths Requiring Precise Embodiments.