I Promised To Tell You

She Had Always Wanted Words, She Loved Them; Grew Up On Them. Words Gave Her Clarity, Brought Reason, Shape.

Death Means You Are In The Third Person.

A Novel Is A Mirror Walking Down A Road

...the Heart Is An Organ Of Fire.

If You Look At Japanese Film, It Is Made Up Of Collage Or Bricolage, It Is Made Up Of Lists, And Suddenly When You Stand Back From The Lists You Begin To See The Pattern Of A Life.