At my most precarious, I balanced on a book, and the books rafted me over the tides of feelings that left me soaked and shattered.
[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they're doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination.
…when the dying sun bled the blue sky orange.
You are young, said my father. You won't get any younger even if you clean your teeth twice a day.You'll get older, said my mother, that's what happens.Then what happens?You won't be able to find the...
What are the unreal things but the passion that once burned one like a fire? What are the incredible things but the things that one has faithfully believed? What are the improbable things but the thin...
To tell someone not to be emotional is to tell them to be dead.
There's no such thing as effortless beauty--you should know that.There's no effort which is not beautiful--lifting a heavy stone or loving you.Loving you is like lifting a heavy stone. It would be eas...
Somewhere between fear and sex. Somewhere between God and the devil passion is and the way there is sudden and the way back is worse. I'm surprised at myself talking in this way.
Passion out of passion's obstacles.
In the modern world there was so much safety that safety had become the chief source of danger.
I wasn't getting better. I was getting worse.I did not go to the doctor because I didn't want pills. If this was going to kill me then let me be killed by it. If this was the rest of my life I could n...
I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is...
Everyone remembers things which never happened. And it is common knowledge that people often forget things which did. Either we are all fantasists and liars or the past has nothing definite in it.
What he told himself on those sea-soaked nights...Others joined in and it was discovered that every light had a story-no, every light a story. And the flashes themselves were the stories going out ov...
The things that I regret in my life are not errors of judgement but failures of feeling.
She looked at me. There was a second the kind that holds the whole world ...
Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.
It is snowing. In the English language we do not know anything about the 'it' that is snowing. It might be God. Maybe not. Anyway. It. Is. Snowing.
In my country there are no gods left. The Romans have driven them out. There are some who say that they have hidden themselves in the mountains, but I do not believe it. Three nights I have been on th...
I was sixteen and my mother was about to throw me out of the house forever, for breaking a very big rule, even bigger than the forbidden books. The rule was not just No Sex, but definitely No Sex With...