'Some important stories will always remain unwritten. They are not committed to text because they have to be kept carefully as weighty secrets, nurtured and preserved without any evidence to indicate their fiery truth. If they were brought out into the calming light instead of being lived with privately in your heart, they would be immediately understood as being part of a universal language. Such is the torrid tale that I just devoted to you, while I was coiled in cool sheets with a warm breeze caressing me carefully through an open window. Some stories are set in a perpetual state of Summer and at this moment, when I remembered you, the indulgent ice cream that I held in my hand softened, sagged and melted, leaving delicious trickles dripping from my body.'