It's the clichés that cause the trouble.
It took me a long time to realise that there are two kinds of writing: the one you write and the one that writes you. The one that writes you is dangerous. You go where you don’t want to go. You look...
It is just as likely that as I invent what I want to say, you will invent what you want to hear.
It is better to know it. Better to know who you are, and what lies in you, what you could do, might do, under extreme provocation.
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...
If you should leave me, my heart will turn to water and flood away.
I was never bored except in the company of others.
I walk the line that continually threatens to lose its tautness under me, dropping me into the dark pit where there is no meaning.
I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices under water.
I have ridden out all the storms, said Shakespeare, even the ones I wrote myself. Here, look, it begins…
I had thought about everything carefully before I had agreed to him. I had made every preparation, every calculation, except for those two essentials that could not be calculated; his heart and mine.
I don't know which is worse: to be wrongfully accused or mistakenly understood.
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...
How many of us want any of us to see us as we really are?
Gambling is not a vice, it is an expression of our humanness. We gamble. Some do it at the gaming table, some do not. You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play.
Death will be like that. We will be forever recognizing people we have never met.
Babies are frightening -- raw tyrants whose only kingdom is their own body.
Atlas gazed out, as he always did, into infinite space, wishing he could be part of it, even for one hour.
At bed-time I went into my room and put out the light. I didn't get undressed. I lay on my bed and looked out of the window at the stars. I read in a book that the stars can take you anywhere. I've ne...
And then I saw that the running away was a running towards. An effort to catch up with my fleet-footed self, living another life in a different way.