It would be pleasant to be drunk.
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.
...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.
Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.
I tell you what you’ll never really know: all the medical hypothesis that explained my brain will never be as true as these struck leaves letting go.