I have set off and found that there is no end to even the simplest journey of the mind. I begin, and straight away a hundred alternative routes present themselves. I choose one, no sooner begin, than...
I don't want to conquer you; I just want to climb you.
Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there. That gnaws away at the night-time hours desperate for a sign and appears at b...
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...
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...
Don't you think it's strange that life, described as so rich and full, a camel-trail of adventure, should shrink to this coin sized world?
Bridges join but they also separate.
And I thought about women. All these books, and how long had it taken for women to write their share, and why were their still so few women poets and novelists, and even fewer who were considered to b...
And I suppose the saddest thing for me, thinking about
All time is eternally present and so all time is ours, There is no sense in forgetting and every sense in dreaming.
After nine nights must come ten and every desperate meeting only leaves you desperate for another. There is never enough to eat, never enough garden for your love.So you refuse and then you discover 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.
You can always tell a good woman by her sandwiches,
You are stubborn,’ said Roger Nowell. ‘I am not tame,’ said Alice Nutter.
Witchery popery popery witchery – all the same thing.
When love is unreliable and you are a child, you assume that it is the nature of love – its quality – to be unreliable.
What is unconscious does not speak and that includes the hidden parts of himself.
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.
True stories are the ones that lie open at the border, allowing a crossing, a further frontier. The final frontier is just science fiction – don’t believe it. Like the universe, there is no end.
To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don't get over it because 'it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The p...