“There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace, will provide no comfort to the living.”

“Katherine, he says when we finish. Were breathing each others air and lying side by side, our noses almost touching.Mick, I say.I love your name. It suits you perfectly. Katherine. Katherine. Kathe...”

“And when I look into his eyes theres a feeling of something I can only describe as familiarity, a sense of safety. Like coming home.”

“Katherine,” he says when we finish. We’re breathing each other’s air and lying side by side, our noses almost touching.“Mick,” I say.“I love your name. It suits you perfectly. Katherine. Katherine....”

“And when I look into his eyes there’s a feeling of something I can only describe as familiarity, a sense of safety. Like coming home.”

“You have to look inside, to pursuit spirituality.”

“The lesser is the contact with the outside, the greater is the contact with inside.”

“We are living from inside out not from outside in.”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”