We inhabit ourselves without valuing ourselves,unable to see that here, now,this very moment is sacred;
Time is the element in which we exist... We are either borne along by it or drowned in it.
The politics of the day infuriated him: even when power lay with the politicians he supported, and the opposition appeared to be failing, so much in the political sphere seemed to him vile, vulgar, me...
That sensation of things-falling-away. Once the ice begins to crack, it will happen swiftly. She
Sick?--What's sick? Who is 'well'? Do you imagine, if you or I were minutely examined, we would be one hundred percent 'well'?
She was one who wished to believe the human motives precede actions for she was (she had always been) a rational individual yet clearly there were times (was this one of those times?) when actions mig...
O.K. he's crazy. But he's a saint too.He scares me, I don't like him.He scares me. What the hell-he knows.Yeah? Why? What does he know?--Things most people'd have to die and go to Hell for, to know.
Mom’s new husband was eleven years older than Mom. He had been Mom’s boss at the Buick dealership where she’d worked until they were married, and you could see that he was still Mom’s boss—the way he...
Marianne laughed. But you can’t disappoint me! I don’t love you.
Literature, art, like civilization itself, are only accidents.
It makes me angry sometimes, it's a visceral thing - how you come to despise your own words in your ears not because they aren't genuine, but because they are; because you've said them so many times,...
In dreams sometimes it is like this. I am lying very still, my arms and legs are numb or paralyzed. There is a medical term—peripheral neuropathy. A tingling sensation in fingers and toes that moves u...
I live now for my work. I live for my work. I live only for my work. One day I will do work deserving of my talent & desire. One day. This I pledge. This I vow. I want you to love me for my work. But...
I learned you don't discover the evidence of any cause in its result.
I am the presence standing here at this juncture of Time & Space—who else? & that night in my sand-colored 1987 Ford van with the American flag decal covering the rear window cruising Cedar Street, Da...
How strange it is, to be walking away. Is it possible that I am really going to leave Ray—here? Is it possible that he won’t be coming home with me in another day or two, as we’d planned? Such a thoug...
He said no break is permanent. Like a bone that heals crooked, still it will heal.
HUSBAND: Is something wrong?BETHIE: Why--why do you ask?HUSBAND: You looked so lonely, suddenly. As if you'd forgotten I'm here.
Everything is entirely in Nature, and Nature is entire in everything. She has her center in every brute. —SCHOPENHAUER The
Derailed. In exile. Deeply ashamed, despised. Yet she had so little pride, she was grateful most days simply to be alive.There is Minimalist art; there are minimalist lives.