For memory, we use our imagination. We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us, then like an oyster we create a pearl around them.

For memory, we use our imagination. We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us, then like an oyster we create a pearl around them.

I'm a hopeless 19th-century romantic.

Death is such a strange thing. One minute you're here and then just gone. You'd think there would be an anteroom, a place where you could be visited before you go.