But compassion isn't about solutions. It's about giving all the love that you've got.
I make books because I love them as objects; because I want to put the pictures and the words together, because I want to tell a story.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
Now I wonder if it means that the future is a place, or like a place, that I could go to; that is go to in some way other than just getting older.
Think for a minute, darling: in fairy tales it's always the children who have the fine adventures. The mothers have to stay at home and wait for the children to fly in the window.
You can still be cool when you’re dead. In fact, it’s much easier, because you aren’t getting old and fat and losing your hair.
I don't know what to say to this Clare who is old and young and different from other girls, who knows that different might be hard.
We come to a house and walk down the small walkway to its backyard. In the yard there are two screens and a slide projector. People are seated in lawn chairs, watching slides of trees.
Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.
We are often insane with happiness. We are also very unhappy for reasons neither of us can do anything about. Like being separated.
I think about my mother singing after lunch on a Summer afternoon, twirling in blue dress across the floor of her dressing room
There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.
It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
However," he continued, "this canvas is preferable to the paintings of that varlet Rubens, with his mountains of Flemish flesh sprinkled with vermilion, his waves of red hair and his medley of colors.
But, with time, one has encountered many of the monsters, and one is increasingly less terrified of those still to be met.
He thought of women in terms of breasts, not minds, and it always seemed to irritate him that most women had both.
Happiness is the lucky pane of glass you carry in your head. It takes all your cunning just to hang on to it, and once it's smashed you have to move into a different sort of life.
We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born.
Lo más importante es resistir y perseverar, pues la vida salvaje promete lo siguiente: después del invierno, viene siempre la primavera.
I was used to sleeping with people because I endlessly found myself in identical situations where it was easier to just fuck them than to say no.
And so we must dig in to see where raw words and fundamental sounds are buried so that the great silence within can finally be decoded.
