It is always a mistake to argue with a librarian.
In that house, you will find my heart. You must break in, Henri, and get it back for me.'Was she mad? We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to...
I wanted clothes about me because I felt I had been bone stripped. The solid knowable shape had gone.
I can't catch her by copying her, I can't draw her with a borrowed stencil. She is all the things a lover should be and quite a few a lover should not. Pin her down? She's not a butterfly. I'm not a w...
Hold in, hold in, one crack and the wall is breached. I need now to be finite, self-contained, to stop this bacterial grief dividing and multiplying till its weight is the weight of the world. Bacteri...
He wrote on a piece of paper with his pencil.
Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say all kinds of things can be pro...
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. The
Atlas gazed out, as he always did, into infinite space, wishing he could be part of it, even for one hour.
As for myself, I am splintered by great waves. I am coloured glass from a church window long since shattered. I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.
And if the road leads nowhere?’ He shrugged. ‘Turn your Nowhere into Somewhere.
A precise emotion seeks a precise expression.
The journey is about coming home....There is always the return. And the wound will take you there. It is a blood-trail." (p. 220,222)
Confidence and superiority: It's the usual fundamentalist stuff: I've got the truth, and you haven't.
However it is debased or misinterpreted, love is a redemptive feature. To focus on one individual so that their desires become superior to yours is a very cleansing experience.
En la escuela siempre
You're drunk.That's right I am. I'm fifty-three and I'm as wild as a Welshman with a leek up his arse. Fifty-three. Old slag Gail. What right has she to poke her nose into your shining armour? That's...
When you dig under the surface, past the necessities, men and women don't mix.
When love is unreliable and you are a child, you assume that it is the nature of love – its quality – to be unreliable.
When I was born I became the visible corner of a folded map.