I don't own my emotions unless I can think about them. I am not afraid of feeling but I am afraid of feeling unthinkingly. I don't want to drown. My head is my heart's lifebelt.
Her suffering was her armour. Gradually it became her skin. Then she could not take it off.
Energy cannot be lost, only transformed; where do the words go?
Do you fall in love often?Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.
Darkness was a presence. I learned to see in it, I learned to see through it, and I learned to see the darkness of my own.
Creativity is on the side of health - it isn't the thing that drives us mad; it is the capacity in us that tries to save us from madness.
Books, for me, are a home. Books don't make a home - they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and space....
Books, for me, are a home. Books don't make a home - they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book, and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a diff...
And myself? Observe me. There is something to be gained from my surface uses, and perhaps a little more from my lower depths, but my very bottom? That's where I am alone, the observer and the observed...
It's true that heroes are inspiring but mustn't they also do some rescuing if they are to be worthy of their name? Would Wonder Woman matter if she only sent commiserating telegrams to the distressed...
I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.
I felt like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances.
Travelling the world and the seven seas
Time is not constant and one minute is not the same length as another.
There's no such thing as a limited victory. Every victory leaves another resentment, another defeated and humiliated people. Another place to guard and defend and fear.
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...
The future is intact, still unredeemed, but the past is irredeemable. She is not who she thought she was.
Life was a pre-death experience.
It was Hell, if hell is where the life we love cannot exist.
Infatuation. First Love. Lust. My passion can be explained away. But this is sure: Whatever she touches, she reveals.