Men must be stripped of arrogance and women must become independent for any mutually nurturing alliance to endure between the sexes.
I am never so calm as after I have written. And the next morning I will feel the familiar anxiety and I will have to begin the process all over again.
Writers are always at the edge of the inferno, and the fire is licking at our toes. Luckily, this turns us on!
Writers are doubters, compulsives, self-flagellants. The torture only stops for brief moments.
I’ve kept journals at many times in my life starting from when I was about 13 or 14. But it’s boring and contrived to keep a journal every day. Better to write as the mood strikes.
The best slave does not need to be beaten. She beats herself.
I am not sure if love is a salve or just a deeper kind of wound.
What was the point of spending your life with someone you were always looking for ways to decieve?
It takes a spasm of love to write a poem.
Each one an antidote to the one that went before. Each one a reaction, an about-face, a rebound.
Silence is the bluntest of blunt instruments.
There is a rhythm to the ending...
Since flesh can’t stay, we pass the words along.
It is for this, partly, that I write. How can I know what I think unless I see what I write.
I want you. I want you. I want you. Anything to avoid saying: I love you.
And what if I don’t want forgiveness?
In loving life you love what can’t survive...
The future is merely a shadow which blocks out the joys of the present and emphasizes the miseries of the past.
Because I loved myself, I was loved.
Birth is the start of loneliness and loneliness the start of poetry...