But what if I don't believe in God? It's like they've sat me in front of a mannequin and said, Fall in love with him. You can't will feeling. What Jack says issues from some still, true place that cou...
If we didn't read people who were bastards, we'd never read anything. Even the best of us are at least part-time bastards.
Sure the world breeds monsters, but kindness grows just as wild...
The image pleases me enough : to slip from the body's tight container and into some luminous womb, gliding there without effort till the distant shapes glow brighter and more familiar, till all your b...
Then the game became guessing where the storm would hit, or, in local parlance, go in, as if it were some stray relative in search of lodging.
Slurping these spirits is soul preparation, a warped communion, myself serving as god, priest, and congregation.
The head can travel a far piece while the body sits in one spot. It can traverse many decades, and many conversations can be had, even with the dead.
Bad things are gonna' happen to you, because they happen to us all. And worrying won't stave the really bad things off. Don't make the mistake of comparing your twisted-up insides to other people's bl...
We're not made to wallow in pleasure. Pleasure is joy's assassin.
Tomorrow! How sweet its prospects for a drunkard the night before. There is no better word. Before the earth hurls itself into sunshine, nothing is not possible.
It's hard to be an articulate ghost.
A dysfunctional family is any family with more than one person in it.
I loved the idea that looking at a painting or listening to a concerto could make you somehow transcend the day-in, day-out bullshit that grinds you down: how in one instant of pure attention you coul...
Standing in the shower, I feel something on the back of my leg that turns out to be my ass.
And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not as long as there are plums to eat and somebody--anybody--who gives enough of a damn to haul them...
Poetry is for me Eucharistic. You take someone else's suffering into your body, their passion comes into your body, and in doing that you commune, you take communion, you make a community with others.
The Lesson You've Gotto learn is the someday you'll someday stagger to, blinking in cold light, all tearsshed, ready to poke your bovine head in the yoke they've shaped.Everyone learns this. Born, eve...
I kept the fingers of my left hand crossed all the time, while on my right-hand fingers I counted anything at all—steps to the refrigerator, seconds on the clock, words in a sentence—to keep my head o...
Her mother's injunction on competing with other girls is a challenge, a gauntlet thrown down: You just have to be smarter than the ones who are prettier and prettier than the ones who are smarter
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