A tough life needs a tough language—and that is what poetry is. That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is.
I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.
It is the duty of every generation of writers and artists to find fresh ways of expressing the habitual circumstances of the human condition. To serve up the lukewarm remains of yesterdays dinner is e...
Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world.
…only a poet could frame a language that could frame a world.
The past is so hard to shift. It comes with us like a chaperon, standing between us and the newness of the present - the new chance.
Woolf worried about the childlessness from time to time, and suffered from the imposed anxiety that she was not, unlike her friend Vita Sackville-West, a real woman. I do not know what kind of woman o...
What it means to be human is to bring up your children in safety, educate them, keep them healthy, teach them how to care for themselves and others, allow them to develop in their own way among adults...
We don’t know who we are or how to function, much less how to bloom. Blind nature. Homo sapiens. Who’s kidding whom?
Time is not constant and one minute is not the same length as another.
There's no choice that doesn't mean a loss.
There is always a city. There is always a civilization. There is always a barbarian with a pickaxe. Sometimes you are the city, sometimes you are the civilization, but to become that city, that civili...
She grew in secret, away from their eyes. Outwardly she was obedient and loving, but inside she was feeding a hunger—
Shakespeare, he thought as he scribbled away. Foolish fancy. This is life as it is lived.
Part fact part fiction is what life is. And it is always a cover story. I wrote my way out.
Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be.
I want to touch you.''And if you did touch me, what then?''I would find a language of beginning.
I can't believe that we have reached the end of everything. The red dust is frightening. The carbon dioxide is real. Water is expensive. Bio-tech has created as many problems as it has fixed, but we'r...
Humans have given away all their power to a they. You aren’t able to fight the system because without the system none of you can survive.
Even now when I'm furious, what I would like to do is to punch the infuriating person flat on the ground. That solves nothing I know, and I spent a lot of time understanding my own violence, which is...