The inside and the outside of our lives are each the shell where we learn to live.
To be ill adjusted to a deranged world is not a breakdown.
I thought about the dog and was suddenly very sad; sad about her death, for my death, for all the inevitable dying that comes with change. There's no choice that doesn't mean a loss.
El amor deja una herida que a su vez deja una cicatriz.
Why doesn't every mother believer her child can change the world? The child can. This is the joke. Here we are still looking for a saviour and hundreds are being born every second. Look at it, this ti...
We don’t know who we are or how to function, much less how to bloom. Blind nature. Homo sapiens. Who’s kidding whom?
There's so little wonder left in the world because we've seen everything one way or another'.
There is always a city. There is always a civilisation. There is always a barbarian with a pickaxe. Sometimes you are the city, sometimes you are the civilisation, but to become that city, that civili...
The world is surely wide enough to walk without fear.
The words come at my call but who calls whom?
The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious you might never come home, like all the men who now live with mermaids at the bottom of the sea.Or the people who found Atlantis.
Shakespeare, he thought as he scribbled away. Foolish fancy. This is life as it is lived.
Passion is not well bred.
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.
It was a dark gift but not a useless one.
It seems so easy now to destroy libraries--mainly by taking away all the books--and to say that books and libraries are not relevant to people's lives. There's a lot of talk about social breakdown and...
It is a true saying, that what you fear you find.
In what way am I any better? She is smug. I am cynical. She is puffed-up. I am punctured. I watch her gamely finding the energy to thrash about on life's greasy surface, while I lie paralysed, croakin...
I know now, after fifty years, that the finding/losing, forgetting/remembering, leaving/returning, never stops. The whole of life is about another chance, and while we are alive, till the very end, th...