Time folds you in its arms and gives you one last kiss, and then it flattens you out and folds you up and tucks you away until it's time for you to become someone else's past time, and then time folds...
This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea.
They have a certain gaiety to them, a power of invention, they don't care what people think. They have escaped, though what it is they've escaped from isn't clear to us. We think that their bizarre co...
The stains on the mattress. Like dried flower petals. Not recent. Old love; there's no other kind of love in this room now.
That is what you have to do before you kill, I thought. You have to create an it, where none was before.
Roughing it builds a boy's character, but only certain kinds of roughing it.
Real painters grunt like Marlon Brando
Orpheus 2He has been trying to singLove into existence againAnd he has failed.
Ordinary, said Aunt Lydia, is what you are used to. This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary.
Now that I am dead, I know everything.
Now she imagines him dreaming. She imagines him dreaming of her, as she is dreaming of him. Through a sky the color of wet slate they fly towards each other on dark invisible wings.
Not a dandelion in sight here, the lawns are picked clean. I long for one, just one, rubbishy and insolently random and hard to get rid of and perennially yellow as the sun. Cheerful and plebeian, shi...
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.
Nobody's heart is perfect.
Never pray for justice, because you might get some.
Nature may be dumb as a sack of hammers, Zeb used to say, but it's smarter than you.
Love is giving, marriage is buying and selling. You can't put love into a contract.
It is very odd to be standing in a locked room in the Penitentiary, speaking with a strange man about France and Italy and Germany. A travelling man. He must be a wanderer, like Jeremiah the peddler....
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
I want to keep on living, in any form. I resign my body freely, to the uses of others. They