I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.

If we had the right words, if we had the language, we would need no weapons.

For the facts that make up the world need the non-factual as a vantage point from which to be perceived.

I don't take drugs, I take books.

With the aid of a minute correction - that of the dispersing lens - in a gold frame perched on her nose, Miranda can see into hell.

Elisabeth had not had her future and her parents had not had theirs, there was nothing to this so-called future which was always promised to the young.

The facts that make the world real-- these depend on the unreal in order to be recognised by it.

Miranda doesn't dream, she simply rests. When Miranda's eyes are at ease, her mind is at peace.

No new world without a new language.

...the simple task of getting dressed and undressed was a real strain, but nothing could compare with her addiction to deep sleep...

See my blog at crossedeyesanddottedtees.wordpress.com for more of my writing.

I do have a ridiculously high hedonic set-point

I need a healthy injection of cynicism right now.

Moral: Don't try to Account for Anything.

Poets and artists who speak of the mystery are rare.

The values of Islam are expressed by Muslims clearly. September 11 changed the world, and put Muslims on the spotlight.

If 10 years ago I was told I'd be where I am now, I would've been pretty happy.

You can't expect to work for the Daily Mail group and have the rest of society treat with you respect as a useful member of society, because you are not.

People hold on to what they like. They discard what they don't...

A hamburger is an icon of layered circles, the circle being at once the most spiritual and the most sensual of shapes.