Quest is at the heart of what I do-the holy grail, and the terror that you'll never find it, seemed a perfect metaphor for life.

Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise.

This hole in my heart is in the shape of you. No one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down.

It is a true saying, that what you fear you find.

Do you wake up as I do, having forgotten what it is that hurts or where, until you move? There is a second of consciousness that is clean again. A second that is you, without memory or experience, the animal warm and waking into a brand new world. There is the sun dissolving the dark, and light as clear as music, filling the room where you sleep and the other rooms behind your eyes.