It is the nature of walls that they should fall.

Nothing can be forgotten. Nothing can be lost. The universe itself is one vast memory system. Look back and you will find the beginnings of the world.

I used to think marriage was a plate-glass window just begging for a brick.

When a woman gives birth her waters break and she pours out the child and the child runs free.

I wanted to invent myself as a fictional character. And I did, and it has caused a great deal of confusion.

When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun.

I like the way the morning can be stormy and the afternoon clear and sparkly as a jewel in the water. Put your hand in the water to reach for a sea urchin or a sea shell, and the thing desired never quite lies where you had lined it up to be. The same is true of love. In prospect or contemplation, love is where it seems to be. Reach in to lift it out and your hand misses