In the enchanted expanse of the great Kalahari, on the day my path crossed with Elvis and that Rock, I died and lived yet again...

In all her searches for joy, she didn’t know what joy was and found herself running in circles, spinning a web: a cage of silken tears...

When I see him again he is so familiar that it seems he never left. It was yesterday we said goodbye, not weeks ago. He is so part of me...