... consider the meaning of these images. Every time you're working with them, ask yourself: what do they mean? And, even more important, what do they mean to me? The more specific and personal something is, the more its universality emerges.

— Fiona Wood

How many times do your feet have to press down on a path before they make an imprint, before pieces of soul start sticking?

— Fiona Wood

I don't think I fully appreciated how relaxing it is having someone I can be really mean to. It's going to be so hard being nice all the time.

— Fiona Wood

I'm floating. The absence of pain is powerful.

— Fiona Wood

Mothers are generally starters or feeders

— Fiona Wood

My heart is its own fierce country where no one else is welcome.

— Fiona Wood

REVISITING THE LIST1. Kiss Estelle Okay, at least I've met her. She thinks I'm a creep. And that's with ought her knowing I've read her diaries. Unless we somehow fall over, exactly aligned, lip to lip, and gravity causes the pressure, or we find ourselves in a darkened room and through a series of Shakespearean ID muddles she thinks she's kissing someone else, I can't say how this is ever going to happen.

— Fiona Wood

She'd always been comforted by how many words there were in the English language -- more than a million. With so many words surely anything could be said, everything could be under

— Fiona Wood

Stress level: extreme. It's like she was a jar with the lid screwed on too tight, and inside the jar were pickles, angry pickles, and they were fermenting, and about to explode.

— Fiona Wood

There's nothing more satisfying than being stupid with a friend.

— Fiona Wood