I'm Not Sure I Believe In The

I Dream A Lot, In Colour And In Sound And Scent. Quite A Few Of My Stories Have Come From Dreams.

I Speak As I Must And Cannot Be Silent.

The Wind Always Brings Us Back To The Same Wall

I Am Fascinated By How People Eat And What It Reveals About Them.

Children Are Knives, My Mother Once Said. They Don’t Mean To, But They Cut. And Yet We Cling To Them, Don’t We, We Clasp Them Until The Blood Flows.