When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself.
What's the big deal? Snow's just rain that's been left out in the cold.
What is unconscious does not speak and that includes the hidden parts of himself.
What is it about intimacy that makes it so very disturbing?
What if?’ has no power against ‘What if not?’ The not of you is unbearable. I must have you.
We're here to keep you in one piece, if you ignore us, you're quite likely to end up in two pieces, or lots of pieces, it's all part of the paradox.
We live as best we may in a world of worms.
Truth is a questioning place.
There's a chance that I'm not here at all, that all the parts of me, running along all the choices I did and didn't make, for a moment brush against each other. That I am still an evangelist in the No...
The important things. Where should I find them? In the detail, like God? In the risk, like the Devil?
The hard-bound space hides the vulnerable self.
The fossil record is always there, whether or not you discover it. The brittle ghosts of the past. Memory is not like the surface of the water - either troubled or still. Memory is layered. What you w...
The body can endure compromise and the mind can be seduced by it. Only the heart protests. The heart. Carbon-based primitive in a silicon world.
The Buddhists say there are 149 ways to God. I'm not looking for God, only for myself, and that is far more complicated. God has had a great deal written about Him; nothing has been written about me....
Stop thinking, she said. The more you think, the faster you cut your own throat.
St. Paul said it is better to marry than to burn, but my mother taught me it is better to burn than to marry.
Passion is sweeter split strand by strand.
Now that physics is proving the intelligence of the universe what are we to do about the stupidity of mankind? I include myself. I know that the earth is not flat but my feet are. I know that space is...
My passion for her showed me the difference between inventing a lover and falling in love. The one is about you, the other about someone else
My own heart, like this wild place, has never been visited, and I do not know whether it could sustain life.