“She turns and walks on to the plane and the red dress flips and swishes through the doorway, vanishing from his sight but burned on to his retina like a hot kiss.”

“Ryder has appeared in my dreams once in a while, and in my thoughts a little more often through the last five years (...)”

“What will it be like to be one instead of half of two?”

“I don't know if I liked my life then, I just lived it.”

“It's like grains of sand crumbling in warning at the beginning of a landslide to realise I have not missed him.”

“I feel as if I am the eye of my own storm, still, like the mermaid, at the center of my own chaos.”

“I’ve spent my creative life so far first in the theatre, then on the page, then on the screen, examining what is turning out as I grow older to look like one enormous landscape. What I originally thought were different worlds turn out to be one interconnected place. And like a bedspread viewed by a sick child from his pillow, I am very aware that there are colours in various corners which I know very well, but I haven’t yet found the ways to get from the blue to the green and from the green to the red. I’ve just begun, and I suppose that’s become my preoccupation – the idea that at one point I will see it clearly.”