Who’s to say? Life is not, as we are taught, a matter of seeking answers, but rather learning which are the questions we should ask.

My self and my other selves, both past and yet to come, were equally present.

The suffering of those we love is harder to bear than anything we feel on our own behalf.

What will happen will happen, whether I wish it or no. So, yes, I accept. It does not mean that I like it or wish it were not otherwise.

People think that I’m very serious.

The human sprit can withstand much, but once broken, it crumbles like dust.

Music is a personal response to vibration.

That sounds like one of those clever things people say that mean precisely nothing!

Then he says her name. Her real name. The soft music of it hangs suspended in the air between them. Threat or entreaty, she doesn’t know, but she feels her resolve weaken. He says it again, this time, it sounds bitter, false in his mouth. A betrayal. The spell is broken. The woman known as Sophie lifts her arm. And shoots.

Actually, I can write anywhere – airport lounges, in bed, on a rattling train going north.