Live not for Battles Won. Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.
When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.
I think there are things for all of us to do as long as we’re here and we’re healthy.
We don’t ask a flower any special reason for its existence. We just look at it and are able to accept it as being something different from ourselves.
I believe we should all know each other, we human carriers of so many pleasurable differences. To not know is to doubt, to shrink from, sidestep or destroy.
This is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.
Reading is important – read between the lines. Don’t swallow everything.
Do not desire to fit in. Desire to oblige yourselves to lead.
I am interested in telling my particular truth as I have seen it.
I’ve always thought of myself as a reporter. When people ask why I don’t stop writing, I say, ‘Look at what’s happening in this world. Every day there’s something exciting or disturbing to write about.’ With all that’s going on, how could I stop?
She was learning to love moments. To love moments for themselves.
I like the concentration, the crush; I like working with language, as others like working with clay, or notes.
Books are meat and medicine and flame and flight and flower steel, stitch, cloud and clout, and drumbeats on the air.
Good health is a duty to yourself, to your contemporaries, to your inheritors, to the progress of the world.