To change something you do not understand is the true nature of evil.
Where will we go next, when there are no more wildernesses?
Moss that is concentrating on being green.
You don't fall in love like you fall in a hole. You fall like falling through space. It’s like you jump off your own private planet to visit someone else’s planet. And when you get there it all looks...
You can't make sense of your passion for life in the face of death, you can only give up your passion. Only then can you begin to survive.
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...
Writers are often exiles, outsiders, runaways and castaways.
Witchery popery popery witchery – all the same thing.
Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can't be logical about.
When my husband had an affair with someone else I watched his eyes glaze over when we ate dinner together and I heard him singing to himself without me, and when he tended the garden it was not for me...
When a woman alone is no longer of any interest to the opposite sex, she is only visible where she has some purpose.
What you fuck is much more important than how you write.
What is there to say about love ? You could sweep up all the words and stack them in the gutter and love wouldn't be any different, wouldn't feel any different, the hurt in the heart, the headachy des...
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.
What are you that makes me feel thus? Who are you for whom time has no meaning?
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...
Walk with me, hand in hand through the neon and styrofoam. Walk the razor blades and the broken hearts. Walk the fortune and the fortune hunted. Walk the chop suey bars and the tract of stars.I know I...
Vertel me een verhaal, Silver.Wat voor verhaal?Het verhaal van wat daarna gebeurde.Dat hangt ervan af.Waarvan?Van hoe ik het vertel.
Two things significantly distinguish human beings from the other animals; an interest in the past and the possibility of language. Brought together they make a third: Art. The invisible city not calcu...