Why are we designed to see the world as supremely beautiful just as we're about to be snuffed? Do rabbits feel the same as the fox teeth bite down on their necks? Is it mercy?
What we prayed for was emptiness, so we would be worthy to be filled: with grace, with love, with self-denial, semen and babies.
What he wants is intimacy, but I can't give him that.
We want to get there faster. Get where? Wherever we are not. But a human soul can only go as fast as a man can walk, they used to say. In that case, where are all the souls? Left behind. They wander h...
Was every Heathcliff a Linton in disguise?
To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.
Time: old cold time, old sorrow, settling down in layers like silt in a pond.
Things that are falling apart encourage me: whatever else, I’m in better shape than they are.
There's just one thing I want you to remember. You know those chemicals women have in them, when they've got PMS? Well, men have the very same chemicals in them all the time.
There's always something to occupy the inquiring mind.
There are several diseases of the memory. Forgetfulness of nouns, for instance, or of numbers. Or there are more complex amnesias. With one, you can lose your entire past; you start afresh, learning h...
The people in the chaos cannot learn. They cannot understand what they are doing to the sea and the sky and the plants and the animals. They cannot understand that they are killing them, and that they...
The palliative care nurses welcome him: he's a spot of brightness, they claim he keeps the patients interested in life. We don't think of the clients here as dying, one of them said to him on his firs...
The only sure camouflage was unpredictability.
Surviving
Some people write letters, in the library.
She writes like an angel, it says of Laura on the back of one of the editions of The Blind Assassin. An American edition, as I recall, with gold scrollwork on the cover: they set a lot of store by ang...
She liked to keep only the bright side of herself turned towards him. She liked to shine.
Roz added sheep to Heaven. They would be outside the window, naturally.
Point being that you don't have to get too worked up about us, dear educated minds. You don't have to think of us as real girls, real flesh and blood, real pain, real injustice. That might be too upse...