'The colour of this fantasy seems to me to reflect something closer to cream than anything else – cream, yes, because that is the colour of the walls I remember even if it was not correct. That was not important. It was the essence: cream, because even the air was delicious and sweet and perfect, and cream because you were smoother than ever. Almost anything you were was a trigger, something that rolled off my tongue and licked the air like it was confectionery.' (Introduction)
