The only time I see the truth is when I cross my eyes.
I don’t pray. When I was young, I vowed I never would be caught begging God. If I want something I get it for myself. I go to church only to show the old hens they don’t get me down.
I prefer to have some beliefs that don’t make logical sense.
Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.
I am part of what she thinks is her illness, a symptom of which she thinks she has been cured. She, on the other hand, is what I was looking for.
Freedom, I found is not only in the running but in the heart, the mind, the hands.
Her clothes were filled with safety pins and hidden tears.
I did not choose solitude. Who would? It came on me like a kind of vocation, demanding an effort that married women can’t picture.
All through my life I never did believe in human measurement. Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size. I know the grand scheme of the world is beyond our brains to fathom, so I don’t try, just let it in.
I feel myself becoming less a person than a place, inhabited, a foreign land.
You know, some people fall right through the hole in their lives. Its invisible, but they come to it after time, never knowing where.
Of course, English is a very powerful language, a colonizer’s language and a gift to a writer. English has destroyed and sucked up the languages of other cultures – its cruelty is its vitality.
I have always kept notebooks and I go back to them over and over. They are my compost pile of ideas.
I knew each person’s delusion, the places their records had scratched, where the sounds repeated.
There is no such thing as a complete lack of order, only a design so vast it appears unrepetitive up close.
I thought how we might have to yell to be heard by Higher Power, but that’s not saying it’s not there. And that is faith for you. It’s belief even when the gods don’t deliver.
You never know where you’re going to find the same thoughts in another brain, but when it happens you know it right off, just like you were connected by a small electrical wire that suddenly glows red hot and sparks.
Time was rushing around me like water around a big wet rock. The only difference is, I was not so durable as stones. Very quickly I would be smoothed away.
I spend my time dwelling on revenge and try to deal with the monsters crawling out of the ashes.
Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size.