Gertrude drives on. She says, 'Right or wrong, this is the road and we are on it,
For my part, I think we need more emotion, not less. But I think, too, that we need to educate people in how to feel. Emotionalism is not the same as emotion. We cannot cut out emotion - in the econom...
Everyone knows a homosexual is no closer to being a woman than a rhinoceros.
Every word written is a net to catch the word that has escaped.
Dreams were so tiring that she wondered how anybody ever dared to go to sleep at night.
Dark woke out of his sleeping nightmare and intohis waking nightmare. He had dreamed of a door closing and closing.
August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade.
Are you like all other men after all? The poor should have no justice, just as they have no food, no decent shelter, no regular livelihood? Is that how your saviour Jesus treated the poor?
And when I look at a history book and think of the imaginative effort it has taken to squeeze this oozing world between two boards and typeset, I am astonished. Perhaps the event has an unassailable t...
And the world goes on regardless of joy or despair or one woman's fortune or one man's loss. And we can't know the lives of others. And we can't know our own lives beyond the details we can manage. An...
And the people I have hurt, the mistakes I have made, the damage to myself and others, wasn't poor judgement; it was the place where love had hardened into loss.
All the familiar things were getting different meanings.
All I am saying is that love is not exclusively human.
After loss of Identity, the most potent modern terror, is loss of sexuality, or, as Descartes didn’t say, I fuck therefore I am.
A writer has no use for the clock. A writer lives in an infinity of days, time without end, ploughed under.
A curse on this game. How can you stick at a game when the rules keep on changing? I shall call myself Alice and play croquet with the flamingos. In Wonderland everyone cheats and love is Wonderland,...
To change something you do not understand is the true nature of evil.
Sometimes you have to accept that your heart knows what to do
They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?
Live in the space between chaos and shape. I walk the line that continually threatens to lose its tautness under me, dropping me into the dark pit where there is no meaning. At other times the line is...