Language

Love of language is not so much a display of one's vocabulary, fluency of accent and grammar or literary finesse. It is; like the love of flowers in the hair, love of the morning mist, of patterns on the tree barks; like the love of laughter and kisses, old houses, the clink of china and treacherous rains, it is the love of details.

My writing aspires to grace, a play of rhythms, simplicity, absolute pointlessness which encompasses the hideous, the miserable, the humorous, sweet and licentious in life.