Somewhere along the way, Capitalism reduced the idea of justice to mean just "human rights," and the idea of dreaming of equality became blasphemous. We are not fighting to tinker with reforming a sys...
The Occupy movement found places where people who were feeling that anger could come and share it - and that is, as we all know, extremely important in any political movement. The Occupy sites became...
She was perhaps too young to realize that what she assumed was her love for [him] was actually a tentative, timorous, acceptance of herself.
You begin to realize that hypocrisy is not a terrible thing when you see what overt fascism is compared to sort of covert, you know, communal politics which the Congress has never been shy of indulgin...
That it really began in the days when the Love Laws were made. The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how.And how much.
She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims...
Flat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear.
Change is one thing. Acceptance is another.
I think one of the saddest things that's happening to literature is that it's getting over-simplified by this diet of simple political ideas.
Fiction and non-fiction are only different techniques of story telling. For reasons I do not fully understand, fiction dances out of me. Non-fiction is wrenched out by the aching, broken world I wake...
The secret of the Great Stories is that they no secrets. The Great Stories are the ones you have heard and want to hear again. The ones you can enter anywhere and inhabit comfortably. They don’t dece...
The moment I saw her, a part of me walked out of my body and wrapped itself around her. And there it still remains.
That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.
If you're happy in a dream, does that count?
When she listened to songs that she loved on the radio, something stirred inside her. A liquid ache spread under her skin, and she walked out of the world like a witch.
Some things come with their own punishments.
Humans are animals of habit.
Her grief grieved her. His devastated her.
Enemies can't break your spirit, only friends can.
Being with him made her feel as though her soul had escaped from the narrow confines of her island country into the vast, extravagant spaces of his. He made her feel as though the world belonged to th...