I hurl my heart to halt his pace.
I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.
I hate handing over money to people for doing what I could just as easily do myself, it makes me nervous.
God, it was good to let go, let the tight mask fall off, and the bewildered, chaotic fragments pour out. It was the purge, the catharsis.
But they know. They all know. And what am I against so many…?
I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.
When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub and seeing the redness flower fro...
What I didn't say was that each time I picked up a German dictionary or a German book, the very sight of those dense, black, barbed-wire letters made my mind shut like a clam.
Water will run by rule; the actual sun / Will scrupulously rise and set; / No little man lives in the exacting moon / And that is that, is that, is that.
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express...
ParalyticIt happens. Will it go on? ----My mind a rock,No fingers to grip, no tongue,My god the iron lungThat loves me, pumpsMy twoDust bags in and out,Will notLet me relapseWhile the day outside glid...
It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.It made me tired just to think of it.
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.You leave the same impressionOf something beautiful, but annihilating.Both of you are great light borrowers.Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffe...
If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could.
I write only becauseThere is a voice within meThat will not be still
I was my own woman.The next step was to find the proper sort of man.
I must not be selfless: develop a sense of self. A solidness that can't be attacked.
I had been alone more than I could have been had I gone by myself.