Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind

the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.

The trouble with therapy is that it makes life go backwards.

My mouth blooms like a cut.

Rats live on no evil star

I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?

When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.