I Think Of Myself As A Storyteller,

Genre Categories Are Irrelevant. I Dislike Them, But I Do Not Have The Casting Vote.

You Should Visit Before You Pass Judgment On A Place.

She Looked, And A Scarlet Butterfly Flew Away From Her, Away Down The Length Of The Tower, And Then Another, Another, An Unraveling Scarf Of Butterflies Like Winged Blood.

Your Dreams Will Betray You. Go Nowhere On A Horse That Fades.

Ecstasy And Vulnerability Belonged In The Same Dish. The Fear The Cup Would Be Snatched Away Was What Gave The Wine Its Savor.