I Will Draw You Back To Me.

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

I Tend Not To Analyse My Work, Though I'm Frequently Intrigued When Other People Take Time To Do So.

What Is Any Of This To Us? Time Is Endless And Ours. Love And Death Are Only The Games We Play In It.

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

Archetypes Are Universal, And, In Subtle Or Extravagant Ways, Interchangeable.