To take that risk, to offer life and remain alive, open yourself like this and become whole.

His mouth is on me, his hands, I can't wait and he's moving, already, love, it's been so long, I'm alive in my skin, again, arms around him, falling and water softly everywhere, never-ending.

When you are in the middle of a story it isn't a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood; like a house in a whirlwind, or else a boat crushed by the icebergs or swept over the rapids, and all aboard powerless to stop it. It's only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you are telling it, to yourself or to someone else.

I don't think it's a question of whether you eat meat. It's a question of what kind of meat, and where it comes from.

Disease has always been a much bigger killer of human beings than wars.

I became a poet at the age of sixteen. I did not intend to do it. It was not my fault.

What a moron I was to think you were sweet and innocent, when it turns out you were actually college-educated the whole time!