You could tell a lot about a person from their fridge magnets, not that he'd thought much about them at the time.
You can think clearly only with your clothes on.
Why are you so interested in amoebas?
When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of thi...
Those who have been in trouble themselves are alert to it in others
They say, Grace, why don’t you ever smile or laugh, we never see you smiling, and I say I suppose Miss I have gotten out of the way of it, my face won’t bend in that direction any more.
There were no men in this painting, but it was about men, the kind who caused women to fall. I did not ascribe any intentions to these men. They were like the weather, they didn't have a mind. They me...
There is more than one kind of freedom, said Aunt Lydia. Freedom to and freedom from. In the days of anarchy, it was freedom to. Now you are being given freedom from. Don't underrate it.
There are to be no toeholds for love. We are two-legged wombs, that’s all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices.
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 human mind was the last thing to be commercialized but they’re doing a good job of it now;
The Chorus Line:A Rope-Jumping Rhymewe are the maidsthe ones you killedthe ones you failedwe danced in airour bare feet twitchedit was not fairwith every goddess, queen, and bitchfrom there to hereyou...
Some cheap do-it-yourself enlightenment handbook, Nirvana for halfwits.
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.
She had her reasons. Not that they were ever the same as anybody else’s reasons. She was completely ruthless in that way.
She did understand, or at least she understood that she was supposed to understand. She understood, and said nothing about it, and prayed for the power to forgive, and did forgive. But he can't have f...
Sex is like drink, it’s bad to start brooding about it too early in the day.
Screw poetry, it’s you I want,your taste, rainon you, mouth on your skin.
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...