The true nature of the world is energy not mass.
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.
My mother's eyes were like cold stars. She belonged in a different sky.
Manchester is in the south of the north of England.Its spirit has a contrariness in it -- a south and north bound up together -- at once untamed and unmetropolitan; at the same time, connected and wor...
Lovers are not at their best when it matters. Mouths dry up, palms sweat, conversation flags and all the time the heart is threatening to fly from the body once and for all. Lovers have been known to...
It is necessary to distinguish the chalk circle from the stone wall.
If you do wrestle with it and find the spring of its opening it will be a place to rest in all the days of your life.
I was only good at one thing: words. I had read more, much more, than anybody else, and I knew how words worked in the way that some boys knew how engines worked.
I wanted clothes about me because I felt I had been bone stripped. The solid knowable shape had gone.
I have learned what love costs. I never count it but I know what it costs.
I did upset the children. Not intentionally, but effectively.
I can't do it. I've been here before and it's not a room with a view. The only power I have is the negative power of withdrawal. If I don't withdraw I have no power at all. A relationship where one pe...
Feeling. I didn’t want to feel.
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
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.
Wrong to seal illogic with a kiss but I do it myself all the time.
Writers are often exiles, outsiders, runaways and castaways.
Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.
Women are just planets that attract the wrong species.