The Gun Of The Father Is Always

I Commit Her To Memory. When I'm Alone, I Feel A Strange Yearning, The Hunger Of A Man Fasting Not Because He Believes But Because He's Ashamed. Not The Cleansing Hunger Of The Devout, But The Feverish Hunger Of The Hypocrite. I Let Her Go Every Evening Only Because There's Nothing I Can Do To Stop Her.

You Can Live In The Same City Your Entire Life And Still Be Completely A Foreigner When You Step Out, In Your Old Age, Onto The Street.

If Your Sense Of Self Is Destabilised, To Imagine Being Another Becomes Pretty Easy.

I'd Rather Create A Miniature Painting Than A Taj Mahal Of A Book.

I Felt Suddenly Very Young - Or Perhaps I Felt My Age.