I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.
But making the ugly hurt part human again is not an exercise for the well-meaning social worker in us.This is the most dangerous work you can do. It is like bomb disposal but you are the bomb. That's...
Going mad is the beginning of a process. It is not supposed to be the end result.
Language is a finding-place not a hiding place.
You had once asked me if I was afraid of death. I said I was afraid of not living. I don’t want to eke out my life like a resource in short supply. The only selfish life is a timid one. To hold back,...
What is luck', he said, 'but the ability to exploit accidents?
The hard-bound space hides the vulnerable self.
Mrs. Winterson didn't want her body resurrected because she had never, ever loved it, not even for a single minute of a single day But although she believed in End Time, she felt that the bodily resur...
Las palabras son la parte del silencio que puede ser hablada
Atlas said, 'Must my future be so heavy?' Hera said, 'That is your present, Atlas. Your future hardens every day, but it is not fixed.' 'How can I escape my fate?' 'You must choose your destiny.
There is still a popular fantasy, long since disproved by both psychoanalysis and science, and never believed by any poet or mystic, that it is possible to have a thought without a feeling. It isn't....
Snow is covering us. Close your eyes and sleep. Close your eyes and dream. This is one story. There will be another.
She found that the whole world could be contained in one place because that place was herself. Nothing had prepared her for this.
My mother told stories - of their life in the war and how she'd played the accordion in the air-raid shelter and it had got rid of the rats. Apparently rats like violins and pianos but they can't stan...
Love affairs are discoveries of new worlds.
It may be that you are settled in another place it may be that you are happy but the one who took your heart wields final power.
It doesn't have to be like that but mostly it is.
I loved God of course, in the early days, and God loved me. That was something. And I loved animals and nature. And poetry. People were the problem. How do you love another person? How do you trust an...
I knew it like destiny, and at the same time, I knew it as choice.
He did not say so, but the words behind the words told me that he would rather have launched me into a good marriage than watch me row against the tide at my own work. It remains that a woman with an...