The truth is that very few understand the truth about forgiveness. It is not the culprits who need to be forgiven; rather it is the victims, because they are the ones who cause all the trouble. If the...
Tell what is yours to tell. Let others tell what is theirs.
Take what the moment offers. Don’t close doors. Be thankful.
Suddenly revenge is so close he can actually taste it. It tastes like steak, rare.
So many crucial events take place behind people’s backs, when they aren’t in a position to watch: birth and death, for instance.
She stood for a long time, breathing in and breathing in, the scent of the trees and dogs and night flowers and water, because this was the best thing, it was what she wanted, to be outside in the nig...
She knows the rituals, she knows how we're supposed to be behaving...But I think these things are impenetrable and fraudulent, and I can't do them without feeling I'm acting.
She had loved him, uselessly.
SPRING POEMIt is spring, my decision, the earthferments like rising breador refuse, we are burninglast year's weeds, the smokeflares from the road, the clumped stalksglow like sluggish phoenixes / it...
Rennie can see what she is now: she's an object of negotiation. The truth about knights comes suddenly clear: the maidens were only an excuse. The dragon was the real business. So much for vacation ro...
Red all over the cupboard, mirth rhymes with birth, oh to die of laughter.
Prayer is wanting. Jesus, Jesus he says, but he's not praying to Jesus, he's praying to you, not to your body or your face but to the space you hold at the centre, which is the shape of the universe....
Only fools, he said, were given to bragging about how much they could drink.
Only a girl like thiscan know what's happened to you.If she were here she wouldreach out her arms towardsyou now, and touch youwith her absent hands
On the whole she fares better with the men, if they can work their way past the awkward preliminaries; if they can avoid calling her little lady, or saying they weren't expecting her to be so feminine...
On the eastern horizon there’s a greyish haze, lit now with a rosy, deadly glow. Strange how that colour still seems tender. He gazes at it with rapture; there is no other word for it. Rapture. The he...
On one wall there was a recent watercolour — Saint E.O. Wilson of Hymenoptera
Now the flesh arranges itself differently. I'm a cloud, congealed around a center object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows red within its translucent wrapping. Insi...
Now she said, I’m up to the four-letter words. And I said, You mean the dirty ones, like shit? And she laughed and said, Worse ones than that. And I said, You mean the c-word and the f-word? and she s...
Nothing is ever settled, says Jocelyn. Every day is different. Isn’t it better to do something because you’ve decided to? Rather than because you have to?