Love Is Desire Sustained By Unfulfilment.

One Day, Annabel Saw The Sun And Moon In The Sky At The Same Time. The Sight Filled Her With A Terror Which Entirely Consumed Her And Did Not Leave Her Until The Night Closed In Catastrophe For She Had No Instinct For Self-preservation If She Was Confronted By Ambiguities.

The End Of Exile Is The End Of Being.

I Drew The Curtains To Conceal The Sight Of My Father's Farewell; My Spite Was Sharp As Broken Glass.

Is Not This World An Illusion? And Yet It Fools Everybody.

Some Cities Are Women And Must Be Loved; Others Are Men And Can Only Be Admired Or Bargained With