Truth for anyone is a very complex thing. For a writer, what you leave out says as much as those things you include. What lies beyond the margin of the text? The photographer frames the shot; writers...
Quello che cerchi è il significato: una vita che abbia un signficato. C'è l'hap, il fato, la giocata che è tua e non è prefissata, ma cambiare il corso del fiume, o dare nuove carte, qualunque sia la...
Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently.
When I see a word held hostage to manhood I have to rescue it. Sweet trembling word, locked in a tower, tired of your Prince coming and coming.
Freud, one of the grand masters of narrative, knew that the past is not fixed in the way that linear time suggests. We can return. We can pick up what we dropped. We can mend what others broke. We can...
Running away from uncertainty and confusion but most of all running away from myself. I thought I might become someone else in time, grafted on to something better and stronger. And then I saw that th...
Look at all that rubbish, she said, watching the electric van slowly whirr from bin to bin, little men in gloves removing it all.They're taking it away, I said. Where to? she said. It just gets moved...
Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.
Every journey conceals another journey within its lines: the path not taken and the forgotten angle.
In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance.
If the universe is movement, it will not be in one direction only. We think of our lives as linear but it is the spin of the earth that allows us to observe time. Walk with me.
But as I try and understand how life works--and why some people cope better than others with adversity--I come back to something to do with saying yes to life, which is love of life, however inadequat...
Lonely cries, and she was lonely, not for friends but for a time that hadn't been violated.
What is it that you contain? The dead, time, light patterns of millenia opening in your gut. What is salted up in the memory of you? Memory past and memory future.
Just because you can’t tell what it is, doesn’t mean it’s not what it is.
El perro corría al lado de chico, y contempló en el cielo despejado los perros estelares, fríos y bellos, y supo que, pidas lo que pidas, no se puede pedir nada mejor que el amor
El centro comercial no es nuestro verdadero hogar, ni un espacio público, aunque, a medida que desaparecen las librerías, los jardines, los parques, los museos y los polideportivos, la falsa amabilida...
The buddhists say there are 149 ways to god. i'm not looking for god, only for myself, and that is far more complicated.
She was her own Enigma Code and me and my dad were not Bletchley Park.
I don't hate men, I just wish they'd try harder.