Passion is never enough; neither is skill.

I don't wait to be struck by lightning and I don't need certain slants of light in order to be able to write.

How exquisitely human was the wish for permanent happiness, and how thin human imagination became trying to achieve it.

Here I am not the one to throw out. No one steals my warmth and shoes because I am small. No one handles my backside. No one whinnies like sheep or goat because I drop in fear and weakness. No one screams at the sight of me. No one watches my body for how it is unseemly. With you my body is pleasure is safe is belonging. I can never not have you have me.

Everything depends on knowing how much,” she said, and “Good is knowing when to stop.

The past is interesting to me because it's been dumbed down or flattened out, or academically nitpicked so you can't get any life out of it, you just get data.

I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer - its dust and lowering skies.