You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time...
You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn.
What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid. I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can nev...
Well, I know now. I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person
The more hopeless you were, the farther away they hid you.
The door of the novel, like the door of the poem, also shuts. But not so fast, nor with such manic, unanswerable finality.
Reality is what I make it. That is what I have said I believed. Then I look at the hell I am wallowing in, nerves paralyzed, action nullified - fear, envy, hate: all the corrosive emotions of insecuri...
Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one’s ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark...
Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know wh...
O myHomunculus, I am ill.I have taken a pill to killThe thinPapery feeling.From the poem Cut, 24 October 1962
No day is safe from news of you.
My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.
My world falls apart, crumbles, The centre cannot hold. There is no integrating force, only the naked fear, the urge of self-preservation. I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eye...
Mad Girl's Love SongI shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;I lift my lids and all is born again.(I think I made you up inside my head.)The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,And arbitrary blac...
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
I’d discovered, after a lot of extreme apprehension about what spoons to use, that if you do something incorrect at table with a certain arrogance, as if you knew perfectly well you were doing it prop...
It's like watching paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction - every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonel...
It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.
If you love her, I said, you'll love somebody else someday.
If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.