There is something subversive about this garden of Serena's, a sense of buried things bursting upwards, wordlessly, into the light, as if to point, to say: Whatever is silenced will clamor to be heard...
Surviving
Strange how we decorate pain.These ribbons, for instance,and the small hard teardrops of blood.Who are they for?Do we think the dead care?
Real painters grunt like Marlon Brando
Orpheus 2He has been trying to singLove into existence againAnd he has failed.
One day, he said that what you had to do in any adversarial situation was to kill the king, as in chess. I said people didn't have kings any more. He said he meant the centre of power, but today it wo...
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...
Just remember this, when the scream at last has ended and you've turned on the lights: by the rules of the game, I must always lie.
Just do your duty in silence. When in doubt, when flat on your back, you can look at the ceiling. Who knows what you may see, up there? Funeral wreaths and angels, constellations of dust, stellar or o...
It's kind of shocking to hear Toby called a babe; sort of like calling God a studmuffin.
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....
I won't fatten them in cages, though. I won't ply them with poisoned fruit items. I won't change them into clockwork images or talking shadows. I won't drain out their life's blood. They can do all th...
I try not to think too much. Like other things now, thought must be rationed.
I try not to think too much. Like other things now, thought must be rationed. There's a lot that doesn't bear thinking about.
I thought my heart was pure. We do like to have such good opinions of our own motives when we're about to do something harmful, to someone else.
I am not mad because I'm a woman... I'm mad because you're an asshole.
How potent was that word. With.
He has to find more and better ways of occupying his time. His time, what a bankrupt idea, as if he's been given a box of time belonging to him alone, stuffed to the brim with hours and minutes that h...
He has been trying to sing
He feels the need to hear a human voice—a fully human voice like his own. Sometimes he laughs like a hyena or roars like a lion—his idea of a hyena his idea of a lion.