Sometimes it doesn't matter that there was any time before this time. Sometimes it doesn't matter that it's night or day or now or then. Sometimes where you are is enough. It's not that time stops or...
On the top of the hill looking out over the town I wanted to see further than anybody had seen. That wasn't arrogance; it was desire. I was all desire, desire for life.
Nothing has an unlikely quality. It is heavy.
Mrs Ratlow was a widow, and she was head of English, but she still did all the cooking and cleaning for her two sons, and she never took holidays because she said -- and I will never forget it -- When...
Love is an intervention.Why do we not choose it? (205)
Louise, I would gladly fire the past for you, go and not look back. I have been reckless before, never counting the cost, oblivious to the cost. Now, I've done the sums ahead. I know what it will mean...
La verdadera Oscuridad es más densa y más silenciosa; llena el espacio que hay entre la chaqueta y el corazón. Se mete en los ojos. Cuando estoy fuera por la noche, no son los cuchillos lo que me da m...
It's the clichés that cause the trouble.
It's the cliches that cause the trouble. A precise emotion seeks a precise expression. If what I feel is not precise than how should I call it love?
It's always the same with diversions; you get involved.
It takes much longer to leave the psychic place than the physical place.
It is the poet who goes further than any human scientist. The poet who with her dredging net must haul up difficult things and return them to the present.
It is not possible to control the outside of yourself until you have mastered your breathing space. It is not possible to change anything until you understand the substance you wish to change.
It is going dark. There are bombs exploding. Alice is losing patience. She throws down the map and shouts at Gertrude: 'THIS IS THE WRONG ROAD.'Gertrude drives on. She says, 'Right or wrong, this is t...
In this life you have to be your own hero.By that I mean you have to win whatever it is that matters to you by your own strength and in your own way.Like it or not, you are alone in a forest, just lik...
I will have red roses next year. A forest of red roses.On this rock? In this climate?I'm telling you stories. Trust me.
I went outside, tripping over slabs of sunshine the size of towns. The sun was like a crowd of people, it was a party, it was music. The sun was blaring through the walls of houses and beating down th...
I was very often full of rage and despair. I was always lonely. In spite of all that I was and am in love with life. When I was upset I went roaming into the Pennines – all day on a jam sandwich and a...
I was angry. 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.
I walked out to brood on this life of ours, which seems from birth to death to be a steady loss, disguised by sudden gains and happiness, which persuade us of good fortune, when all the while the glas...