Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won't help you.
Love is vivid. I never wanted the pale version.. Love is full strenght. I never wanted the diluted version. I never shied away from love's hugeness but I had no idea that love could be as reliable as...
If you're a hero you can be an idiot, behave badly, ruin your personal life, have any number of mistresses and talk about yourself all the time, and nobody minds. Heroes are immune. They have wide sho...
I argue that it is not Woolf's remoteness that puts people off but her nearness that terrifies them. Her language is not a woolly blanket it is a sharp sword. , which is the most difficult of her work...
He: What’s the matter with you?Me: Nothing.Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they wi...
Destiny is a worrying concept. I don't want to be fated, I want to choose.
Every journey conceals another journey within its lines; the path not taken and the forgotten angle. These are the journeys I wish to record. Not the ones I made, but the ones I might have made, or pe...
People do go back, but they don't survive, because two realities are claiming them at the same time. Such things are too much. You can salt your heart, or kill your heart, or you choose between the tw...
You never give away your heart you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?
Ordinary professionalism and 20 years' experience can accomplish a lot, but it can't access the hidden places.
Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.
The ancients believed in Fate because they recognized how hard it is for anyone to change anything. The pull of past and future is so strong that the present is crushed by it. We lie helpless in the f...
She knew full well that writers were sex-crazed bohemians who broke the rules and didn't go out to work.
She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am.
Pursuing happiness, and I did, and still do, is not at all the same thing as being happy - which I think is fleeting, dependent on circumstances, and a bit bovine...The pursuit of happiness is more el...
Passion is sweeter split strand by strand. Divided and re-divided likemercury then gathered up only at the last moment.
Only humans can know what it means to strip a human being of being human.
My mother was in charge of language. My father had never really learned to read - he could manage slowly, with his fingers on the line, but he had left school at twelve and gone to work at the Liverpo...
Life was a pre-death experience.
It takes much longer to leave the psychic place than the physical place. (p.120)