Now and then, when I grow nostalgic about my ocean childhood - the wauling of gulls and the smell of salt, somebody solicitous will bundle me into a car and drive me to the nearest briny horizon.
brave love, dreamnot of staunching such strict flame, but come,lean to my wound; burn on, burn on.
Daddy daddy you bastard, i'm through
Worse eventhan your maddening song, your silence.
What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way.
Stasis in darkness.Then the substanceless blue
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can.
I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.
Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream
In London the day after Christmas (Boxing Day), it began to snow: my first snow in England. For five years, I had been tactfully asking, 'Do you ever have snow at all?' as I steeled myself to the six...
I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.
I am helpless as the sea at the end of her string. I am restless. Restless and useless. I, too, create corpses.
The sky leans on me, me, the one upright among all horizontals.
The reason I hadn't washed my clothes or my hair was because it seemed so silly. (...)It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash it again the next.It made me tired just to think of...
The only reason I remembered this play was because it had a mad person in it, and everything I had ever read about mad people stuck in my mind, while everything else flew out.
The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.
One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.