He knew at the same time that this stricture of acceptance (by which what we must love is made into what we can love) would eventually be a part of himself
...he is not like other children, not cruel, or savage. For this very reason he is called 'strange.' A child who is mature, in the sense that the heart is mature, is always, I have observed, called deficient.
I have been loved," she said, "by something strange, and it has forgotten me.
She said to herself: 'Is not the gown the natural raiment of extremity? What nation, what religion, what ghost, what dream has not worn it—infants, angels, priests, the dead; why—should not the doctor, in the grave dilemma of his alchemy, wear hi...
The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.
I was doing well enough until you came along and kicked my stone over, and out I came, all moss and eyes.
To think is to be sick...
I might have known better, nothing is what everybody wants, the world runs on that law. Personally, if I could, I would instigate Meat-Axe Day, and out of the goodness of my heart I would whack your head off with a couple of others. Every man should ...
