In Creation Alone There Is The Possibility

A Trite Word Is An Overused Word Which Has Lost Its Identity Like An Old Coat In A Second-hand Shop. The Familiar Grows Dull And We No Longer See, Hear, Or Taste It.

All Of My Creation Is An Effort To Weave A Web Of Connection With The World: I Am Always Weaving It Because It Was Once Broken.

Secrets. Need To Disguise. The Novel Was Born Of This.

I'm Sick Of My Own Romanticism!

Love Never Dies A Natural Death. It Dies Because We Don't Know How To Replenish Its Source.