Take me now, God!" I shout to the inky sky. "I´m ready." "You´re not ready. You´re not even divorced yet," Bunny says. "You cannot die married to that man.
How can I grieve what is still in motion?" I ask her. "Shoes are still dropping all over the place. I´m not kidding," I say. "It´s Normandy out there.
They ought to do away with divorce settlements. Instead, both parties should flip a coin. The winner gets to stay where he or she is and keep everything. The loser goes to Paraguay. That´s it.
Very early it was noticed that I had a good memory; therefore I was insistently tormented with learning everything by heart.
It is more than just memory, I think, that binds us to the past. The past is the place we view the present from as much as the other way around...
It's and old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.
I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
The branches of the trees looked as if they were holding hands and bowing their heads in prayer.
Guilt at least has a purpose; it tells us we’ve violated some ethical code. Ditto for remorse. Those feelings are educational; they manufacture wisdom. But regret—regret is useless.
Where life used to feel overcrowded, it now feels boundless as the sky. Where I used to feel shackled, I am now free to dance.
When you see, not only intellectually but with your heart too, how we are all connected, how can you harm another? It's the same as harming oneself.
It starts with a single breath and the present moment, but where it takes you is into the vast radiance of your true nature, into a magical, spacious life.
Over time, I have come to believe that there is a killer and a saint in all of us. But...I choose to focus on the future and the *potential* in people.
I considered not getting up, but recognized the pain of staying down was worse than the pain of attempting to stand.
The revolution has no leader, I said. It was more like a raging wild horse that would buck anyone who tried to mount it against its will.
Facing different options, you must always choose the one that makes you most uncomfortable, the one that creates a tingling feeling of excitement inside your body.
If you have to push yourself to do it, should you be doing it in the first place? That was a question I never dared to asked myself.
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.
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.
When you write, you want to get rid of the world, do you not? Of coarse you do. When you're writing, you're creating your own worlds.
