What a man wants is is an arrow into the future and what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.
What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security.
Tomorrow is another day toward death.
This is newness: every little tawdryObstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar,Glinting and clinking in a saint's falsetto. Only youDon't know what to make of the sudden slippiness,The blind, white, awful, i...
There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get.
Then it hit me and I just blurted, 'I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
Then I thought, No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel.
The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.
TB is like living with a bomb in your lungs. You just lie around very quietly hoping it won't go off
So you got rid of your astonishment that someone could write so much more dynamically than you. You stopped cherishing your aloneness and poetic differentness to your delicately flat little bosom. You...
So I am led to one or two choices! Can I write? Will I write if I practice enough? How much should I sacrifice to writing anyway, before I find out if I'm any good? Above all, CAN A SELFISH, EGOCENTRI...
Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.
Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.
Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.
Is anyone anywhere happy?
I'm so jealous I can't speak.
I'm collecting my strength; one day I shall manage without her, and she'll perish with emptiness then, and begin to miss me
I wait and ache.
I saw their mouths going up and down without a sound, as if they were sitting on the deck of a departing ship, stranding me in the middle of a huge silence.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one...