You can only be jealous of someone who has something you think you ought to have yourself.
Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life-sized.
Another belief of mine; that everyone else my age is an adult, whereas I am merely in disguise.
I am nervous about dogmas of any kind, whether they be religious, political, or anti-religious. Too many heads have rolled because of them.
Every habit he’s ever had is still there in his body, lying dormant like flowers in the desert. Given the right conditions, all his old addictions would burst into full and luxuriant bloom.
I think calling it climate change is rather limiting. I would rather call it the everything change.
I’m not sure I really am a Humanist. I describe myself as a rigorous agnostic, which means that you cannot declare as a matter of material truth something that is in fact a matter of spiritual belief.
If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
What fabrications they are, mothers. Scarecrows, wax dolls for us to stick pins into, crude diagrams. We deny them an existence of their own, we make them up to suit ourselves – our own hungers, our own wishes, our own deficiencies.
We do not know how we’d behave. But a lot of people facing fascism didn’t become fascists. I don’t happen to believe that we are all monsters.
A divorce is like an amputation: you survive it, but there’s less of you.
There’s the story, then there’s the real story, then there’s the story of how the story came to be told. Then there’s what you leave out of the story. Which is part of the story too.
Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.
Myths can’t be translated as they did in their ancient soil. We can only find our own meaning in our own time.
A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.
I exist in two places, here and where you are.
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.
War is what happens when language fails.
I read for pleasure and that is the moment I learn the most.