What Is A Writer Of Fiction But

I Carried Recipes In My Head Like Maps.

I Sell Dreams, Small Comforts, Sweet Harmless Temptations To Bring Down A Multitude Of Saints Crashing Among The Hazels And Nougatines

Love Not Often, But Forever.

A Thing Named Is A Thing Tamed.

Some Things Can Be Both Real And Imaginary At The Same Time, . . . Some Lies Can Be True, . . . Broken Faith May Be Restored.