“...often women aren't allowed to be characters in history, they have to be stereotypes. Cleopatra was a poet and a philosopher, she was incredibly good at maths; she wasn't that much of a looker. But when we think of her, we think: big breasted seductress bathing in milk. Often, even when women have made their mark and they are remembered by history, we are offered a fantasy version of their lives.”

Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women; kitchen of lust, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy... Sometimes, the men-they come with keys, and sometimes, they come with hammers.

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.

"If you feel like you're losing everything, remember, trees lose their leaves every year, yet they still stand tall and wait for better days to come.”

By all these lovely tokens, September days are here. With summer's best of weather and autumn's best of cheer.

The most masculine quality in a man is his ability to be soft and gentle with you

The feminine urge to sit on his lap in a short skirt just to see what he would do