But nothing is more opaque than absolute transparency.
I tend to feel if people say they’re going to do something, they will, if given the chance.
The heart with letters on it shining like a light bulb through the trim hole painted in the chest, art history.
Although from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never truly parted.
Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.
The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read.
No one knows what cuases an outer landscape to become an inner one.
Starlet sex scandal. Giant squid involved.
It’s a lifelong failing: she has never been prepared. But how can you have a sense of wonder if you’re prepared for everything? Prepared for the sunset. Prepared for the moonrise. Prepared for the ice storm. What a flat existence that would be.
The best way of being kind to bears is not to be very close to them.
To live in prison is to live without mirrors. To live without mirrors is to live without the self.
When I finally went to school I had to adjust to other girls and learn their fiendish ways. Having learnt them, I turned them on all and sundry.
You say, The sensed absence of God and the sensed presence amount to much the same thing, only in reverse.
Freedom, like everything else, is relative.
If a stranger taps you on the ass and says, “How’s the little lady today!” you will probably cringe. But if he’s an American, he’s only being friendly.
Once a month I wake in the night, slippery with terror. I’m afraid, not because there’s someone in the room, in the dark, in the bed, but because there isn’t. I’m afraid of the emptiness, which lies beside me like a corpse.
When a man is attacked in print, it’s usually for saying what he says; when a woman is attacked in print, it’s often for being who she is.
Laughter may instruct but it may also conceal, defending the joker against anger and retaliation: a game is only a game.
A movie about the past is not the same as the past.
No matter how much you’ve been warned, Death always comes without knocking. Why now? is the cry. Why so soon? It’s the cry of a child being called home at dusk.