Hope Is A Punishable Offense. The Verdict

I've Been Criticised For Writing In Too Complex A Manner For Younger People.

No One Is Ever Ordinary.

I Think Of Myself As A Storyteller, And That Is It.

I'm Not Very Good At Being Alive. Sometimes I Despair Of Ever Mastering It, Getting It Right. When I'm Old, Perhaps.

Are Not All Loves Secretly The Same? A Hundred Flowers Sprung From A Single Root.