The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
The storerooms are full of hearts.This is the city of spare parts.
The still watersWrap my lips,Eyes, nose and ears,A clearCellophane I cannot crack.
The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence. I knew perfectly well the cars were making noise, and the people in them and behind the lit windows of the buildings...
The sight of all the food stacked in those kitchens made me dizzy. It's not that we hadn't enough to eat at home, it's just that my grandmother always cooked economy joints and economy meat loafs and...
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...
My life is a discipline, a prison: I live for my own work, without which I am nothing.
Miracles occur,If you dare to call those spasmodicTricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again,
Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.
I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.
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...
I need someone to pour myself into.
I liked looking at other people in crucial situations. If there was a road accident or a street fight or a baby pickled in a laboratory jar for me to look at, I'd stop and look so hard I never forgot...
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
I had hoped, at my departure, I would feel sure and knowledgeable about everything that lay ahead -- after all, I had been analyzed. Instead, all I could see were question marks.
I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.
Antoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that li...
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of...
…I hate myself for not being able to go downstairs naturally and seek comfort in numbers. I hate myself for having to sit here and be torn between I know not what within me.
Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: 'I'll go take a hot bath.