I live alone, with cats, books, pictures, fresh vegetables to cook, the garden, the hens to feed.
I hate the word lesbian; it tells you nothing; its only purpose is to inflame.
Naked is the best disguise.
There are so many separate selves; no one who writes creatively hasn’t felt that.
Whether you want to call it God or the mystery of the cosmos doesn’t matter to me.
Academics love to make theories about a body of work, but each book consumes the writer and is the sum of his or her world.
I looked at my palms trying to see the other life, the parallel life. The point at which my selves broke away and one married a fat man and the other stayed here.
Love is the one thing stronger than desire and the only proper reason to resist temptation.
Gambling is not a vice, it is an expression of our humanness. We gamble. Some do it at the gaming table, some do not. You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play.
The free man never thinks of escape.
Nothing has an unlikely quality. It is heavy.
Their throats were bare for God.
When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun.
Intensity is the desire to receive. Open yourself to light and you will become light.
Trust me, I’m telling you stories.
I don’t know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.
Your weak point is the open, vulnerable place where you can always be hurt. Love, in all its aspects, opens the self so fully.
Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?
It is a true saying, that what you fear you find.
For fate may hang on any moment and at any moment be changed.