Analogies fail, but I am capable of behaving like an eight-armed cephalopod while protesting the innocence of my two hands on the table.
A tough life needs a tough language - and that is what poetry is.
What the church calls love is actually psychosis and (...) what makes life difficult for homosexuals is not their perversity but other people's.
You can change everything about yourself - your name, your home, your skin color, your gender, even your parents, your private history - but you can't change the time you were born in, or what it is y...
Yes, the past is another country, but once that we can visit and once there we can bring back the things we need.
When people looked at him they had the feeling of being shut out. He did not shut them out. He shut himself in.
When a woman alone is no longer of any interest to the opposite sex, she is only visible where she has some purpose.
What is it that you contain? The dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia opening in your gut. Every minute, in each of you, a few million potassium atoms succumb to radioactive decay. The energy that...
What is it that I have to tell myself again and again? That there is always a new beginning, a different end.
What could I do? My needlework teacher suffered from a problem of vision. She recognised things according to expectation and environment. If you were in a particular place, you expected to see particu...
What can i tell you about the choices we make? Fate reads like the polar opposite of decision, and so much of life reads like fate.
We gamble with the hope of winning, but it's the thought of what we might lose that excites us
We fear passion and laugh at too much love and those who love too much. And still we long to feel.
We did photograph albums, best dresses, favourite novels, and once someone's own novel. It was about a week in a telephone box with a pair of pyjamas called Adolf Hitler. The heroine was a piece of st...
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.
We always think the thing we need to transform everything - the miracle - is elsewhere, but often it is right next to us. Sometimes it is us, ourselves.
Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears?
Trust me, I'm telling you stories. ... I can change the story. I am the story.
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 avoid discovery I stay on the run. To discover things for myself, I stay on the run...