And so I step up, into the darkness within; or else the light.
All you have to do, I tell myself, is keep your mouth shut and look stupid. It shouldn't be that hard.
All she wants is a miracle, because anything else is hopeless.
All hearts float in their owndeep oceans of no light,wetblack and glimmering,their four mouths gulping like fish.Hearts are said to pound:this is to be expected, the heart’sregular struggle against be...
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
After a certain point, the ravages of experience reverse themselves; we put on innocence with advancing age, at least in the minds of others.
A wall that cannot be defended is no sooner built than ended.
A thing is valued, only if it is rare and hard to get.
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.
A great fear came over me, and my body went entirely cold, and I stood as if paralyzed with fear; for I knew that the horse was no earthly horse, but the pale horse that will be sent at the Day of Rec...
This is the solstice, the still pointof the sun, its cusp and midnight,the year’s thresholdand unlocking, where the pastlets go of and becomes the future;the place of caught breath, the doorof a vanis...
Good writing takes place at intersections, at what you might call knots, at places where the society is snarled or knotted up.
Whatever else women want to see, it's not themselves; not in their worst light anyway.
What is ‘belief’ but a willingness to suspend the negatives?
What is is, as Grandma Win used to say, and what can’t be cured must be endured, and laugh and the world laughs with you but cry and you cry alone.
Violated by bloodshed and gluttony and pride and disdain. Say their Names.
To fix and make plausible, the nebulous emotions of my costumed heroins, like diamonds on a sea of dough.
This could be a college guest room, for the less distinguished visitors; or a room in a rooming house, of former times, for ladies in reduced circumstances. That is what we are now. The circumstances...
They sleep, they can be startled, even there in the soothing of the heart, like waves on the shore around them. A
Stringing up rival kings on trees, rejoicing in piles of heads – there was an element of childish glee in all of that.