No one else was there, with the weather like this. If I still lived there, I'd be indoors too. It's a visitor's privilege to be foolish.
Necesitaba palabras porque las familias infelices son un pacto de silencio. Quien rompa el silencio jamás será perdonado.
My mother has often been labelled as strange but that’s because she says things that people can’t possibly believe. Mostly she’s right.
My mother had painted the white roses red and now she claimed they grew that way.
Much of what I have done is left unfinished- not because I left it too soon, not because I was lazy, but because it had a life of it's own that continues without me. Children, I suppose, are always un...
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...
Llegará el día en que los barcos carecerán de tripulación, los aiones no tendrán pilotos, las fábricas serán gestionadas por robots, y los ordenadores contestarán el teléfono. ¿Qué será entonces de la...
Lie beside me. Let me see the division of your pores. Let me see the web of scars made by your family's claws and you their furniture. Let me see the wounds that they denied. The battle ground of fami...
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 to 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. There...
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's always the same with diversions; you get involved.
It would not be the first time that Jove and Stella had covered the traces of where I began and where they ended. I liked the playfulness of the lovers' argument: who are you and who am I? Which of us...
It was very bad for me that my deafness happened at around the same time as I discovered my clitoris.
It was a long story, and like most of the stories in the world, never finished. There was an ending - there always is - but the story went on past the ending - it always does.
It takes much longer to leave the psychic place than the physical place.
It seems to me that being the right size for your world-- and knowing that both you and your world are not by any means fixed dimensions-- is a valuable clue to learning how to live.
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.