Do it from the heart or not at all.
You were loved then and you are loved now. Isn’t that enough?
Yes, the past is another country, but once that we can visit and once there we can bring back the things we need.
Would there were a festival for my fears, a ritual burning of what is coward in me, what is lost in me. Let the light in before it is too late.
Words kept salted when they cannot be found fresh. Words kept fresh when they cannot be found clean. The words go deeper, far out of reach of vessels, blood vessels bursting, that thick humming in the...
Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.
When I sing the dogs sit quiet and people who pass in the night stop their jabbering and discontent and think of other times, when they were happy. And I sing of other times, when I was happy, though...
When I hold you in this night-soaked bed it is courage for the day I seek. Courage that when the light comes I will turn towards it. It couldn’t be simpler. It couldn’t be harder. In this little night...
What is it that I have to tell myself again and again? That there is always a new beginning, a different end.
What I want does exist if I dare to find it.
We mostly understand ourselves through an endless series of stories told to ourselves by ourselves and others. The so-called facts of our individual worlds are highly coloured and arbitrary, facts tha...
We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.
We are a lukewarm people and our longing for freedom is our longing for love. If we had the courage to love we would not so value these acts of war.
Until we learn to stop dying Tom, we have to live with the consequences. There’s no room for the dead unless you treat them as ornamental.
Uncertainty to me was like Aardvaark to other people. A curious thing I had no notion of, but recongnised through secondhand illustrations.
Today, the sun is everywhere, and everything solid is nothing but its own shadow, I know that the real things in life, the things I remember, the things I turn over in my hands, are not houses, bank a...
To me, these days will never end. I am always there, in that room with her, or if not I, the imprint of myself - my fossil-love
To do something large and to do it well demands such observances, personal and peculiar, laughable as they often are, because they stave off that dinginess of soul that says that everything is small a...
This is the city of disguises.
This is the city of disguises. What you are one day will not constrain you on the next. You may explore yourself freely and, if you have wit or wealth, no one will stand in your way. This city was bui...