Nolite te bastardes carborundorum. Don't let the bastards grind you down.
No, you will not be cooked on a fire when you die. Because you are not a fish.
Night falls. Or has fallen. Why is it that night falls, instead of rising, like the dawn?
Nature demands variety, for men. It stands to reason, it's a part of the procreational strategy. It's Nature's Plan. Women know that instinctively. Why did they buy so many different clothes, in the o...
My mother took the train to Halifax to see my father off. It was crammed with men en route to the Front; she could not get a sleeper, so she travelled sitting up. There were feet in the aisles, and bu...
My audience is God, because who the hell else could understand me?
Most mothers worry when their daughters reach adolescence but I was the opposite. I relaxed, I sighed with relief. Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. The...
Money isn't the only thing that must flow and circulate in order to have good value: good turns and gifts must flow and circulate . . . for any social system to remain in balance.
Meglio non significa mai il meglio per tutti [...] Ma sempre, per alcuni, significa il peggio.
Maybe the life I think I'm living is a paranoid delusion.
Maybe it's about who can do what to whom and can be forgiven for it. Never tell me it amounts to the same thing.
Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop...
Like the trains, she's never on time and always departing.
Letting yourself go is an alarming notion; it is said of older women who become frowzy and fat, and of things that are sold cheap.Of course there is something to it. I am letting myself go.
Last year I abstainedthis year I devourwithout guiltwhich is also an art
Last week they shot a woman, right about here. She was a Martha. She was fumbling in her robe, for her pass, and they thought she was hunting for a bomb. They thought she was a man in disguise. There...
Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, the slight initial tug of an undertow.
Language is not morally neutral because the human brain is not neutral in its desires. Neither is the dog brain. Neither is the bird brain: crows hate owls. We like some things and dislike others, we...
Language divides us into fragments, I wanted to be whole.
Knowledge is power only as long as you keep your mouth shut.