I am not scoffing at goodness, which is far more difficult to explain than evil, and just as complicated. But sometimes it's hard to put up with.
I am not a saint or a cripple,
I already told you, said Adam. There is no need to swear.Sorry, it just fucking slipped out, said Zeb.
He’s a young man, my own age or a little older, which is young for a man although not for a woman,
He put his arms around me. We were both feeling miserable. How were we to know we were happy, even then? Because we at least had that: arms, around.
Experiences were what you got when you couldn’t get what you wanted.
Everyone believed him of course, but you always knew with Salome that if anyone’s head was going to roll it wouldn’t be hers.
Dead was not an absolute concept to her. Some people were more dead than others, and finally it was a matter of opinion who was dead and who was alive, so it was best not to discuss such a thing.
But she went to tell the bees. She felt like an idiot doing it, but she'd promised. She remembered that it wasn't enough just to think at them: you had to say the words out loud. Bees were the messeng...
But I'm ravenous for news, any kind of news; even if it's false news, it must mean something.
Ah men,why do you want all this attention?I can write poems for myself, make love to a doorknob if absolutelynecessary. What do you have to offer meI can't find otherwise
A thing is valued, only if it is rare and hard to get.
How much needless despair has been caused by a series of biological mismatches, a misalignment of the hormones and pheromones? Resulting in the fact that the one you love so passionately won't or can'...
I would like to watch you sleeping,which may not happen.I would like to watch you,sleeping. I would like to sleepwith you, to enteryour sleep as its smooth dark waveslides over my head.and walk with y...
A voice is a human gift it should be cherished and used to utter as fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.
If writing novels - and reading them - have any redeeming social value, it's probably that they force you to imagine what it's like to be somebody else. Which increasingly is something we all need to...
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
Time is compressed like the fist I close on my knee... I hold inside it the clues and solutions and the power for what I must do now.
We lived in the gaps between the stories
Oil paints...the look of licked lips.