Soldiers and women. That's how the world is. Any other role is temporary. Any other role is a gesture.
So what is it to be? Banality of convention or banality of individuation? Shall I choose society’s clichés or my own? Is it a step forward to have understood that there is no real difference between t...
Singing is my pleasure, but not in church, for the parson said the gargoyles must remain on the outside, not seek room in the choir stalls. So I sing inside the mountain of my flesh, and my voice is a...
She was night-time and words were the dream.
She wanted to kiss the hesitation of his throat.
She had navigated her parents' hostile waters with a child's discretion, learning to keep from one the confessions of the other. Learning to hide love.
Sanat sıradışıdır; alışılagelmiş yöntemle onu ehlileştirerek ya da yemleyerek kalıplara sokmaya çalışmak nafiledir. Kim hayvanat bahçesine gidip de aslanı biraz olsun anlamış ki?
Reading yourself as a fiction as well as a fact is the only way to keep the narrative open -- the only way to stop the story running away under its own momentum, often towards an ending no one wants.
People say the magic has gone out of the moon now that someone’s stood on it. I don’t think so. It would take more than a man’s foot to steal the moon.
Of course people mutilate and modify, but these are fallen powers, and to change something you do not understand is the true nature of evil.
My own father came out of the sea and went back that way... His splintered hull shored him long enough to drop anchor inside my mother.
My mother had painted the white roses red and now she claimed they grew that way.
Memories separated in time are often recalled side by side-there's an emotional connection that has nothing to do with the diary dates and everything to do with the feeling.Remembering isn't like visi...
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make th...
Kom naar beneden!’Ik kwam naar beneden, en toen ik weer op de grond stond, gaf mijn moeder me twee klappen in mijn gezicht.Wat zijn dat voor spelletjes?’Ik wilde de Wildernis zien.’Er is daar niets. D...
It’s better if I think of my life like that – part miracle, part madness. It’s better if I accept that I can’t control any of the things that matter. My life is a trail of shipwrecks and set-sails. Th...
It was very bad for me that my deafness happened at around the same time as I discovered my clitoris.
It seems obvious, doesn't it, that someone who is ignored and overlooked will expand to the point where they have to be noticed, even if the noticing is fear and disgust.
It is true that on bright days we are happy. That is true because the sun on the eyelids effects chemical changes in the body. The sun also diminishes the pupils to pinpricks, letting the light in les...
It is not the one thing nor the other that leads to madness, but the space in between them.