I asked the waiter, 'Is this milk fresh?' He said, 'Lady, three hours ago it was grass. '
The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.
As a matter of fact she does not know to this day if those words were spoken, or if he only caught her, wound his arms around her, held her so tightly, with such continual, changing pressures that it seemed more than two arms were needed, that she was surrounded by him, his body strong and light, demanding and renouncing all at once, as if he was telling her she was wrong to give up on him, everything was possible, but then again that she was not wrong, he meant to stam himself on her and go. " "Passion
Sometimes I get the start of a story from a memory, an anecdote, but that gets lost and is usually unrecognizable in the final story.
I have never kept diaries. I just remember a lot and am more self-centered than most people.
A story is not like a road to followit's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside it altered by being viewed from these windows.
Luck took me right out of myself - I read it in one gulp, and it never let me down. Sharp and surprising but always responsible, no tricks for tricks' sake; so satisfying, with its shifting and puzzles. So much fiction turns out to be diversion, in spite of fancy claims, and doesn't really look at anything. Well - this does.
The very rich only admire themselves
Those who do not know the torment of the unknown cannot have the joy of discovery.
I'm opposed to legalizing marijuana because it acts as a gateway drug.
This is our world, although the people who drew this map decided to put their own land on top of ours. There is no top or bottom, you see.