The practise of an art is essential to the whole man, not because of what art is but because of what art does to the artist.

The practise of an art is essential to the whole man, not because of what art is but because of what art does to the artist.

Just those three words, said and meant. I love you. They were quite hopeless. He said it as he might have said, I have cancer. His fairy story.

You're not me. You can't feel like I feel." "I can feel." "No you can't. You just choose not to feel or something and everything's fine." "It's not fine. It's just not so bad.

I am one in a row of specimens. It's when I try to flutter out of line that he hates me. I'm meant to be dead, pinned, always the same, always beautiful. He knows that part of my beauty is being alive. but it's the dead me he wants. He wants me living-but-dead.

I knew I would always want to go on living with myself, however hollow I became, however diseased.

The price of tapping water into every house is that no one values water any more.