But for those people who might give up: Get real about what you want and go after it.
We took such care of tomorrow, but died on the way there.
The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.
Later that night, I held an atlas on my lap, ran my fingers across the whole world, and whispered, ‘where does it hurt?’ It answered, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.
Light attracts light. But sometimes your light attracts moths and your warmth attracts parasites. Protect your space and energy
And you tried to change, didn't you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake. . . You can't make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth. Was it a long journey? Did it take you long to find me? You’re here now, welcome home.
If a composer suffers from loss of sleep and his sleeplessness induces him to turn out masterpieces, what a profitable loss it is!
I don’t see why it matters what is written. Not when it’s about people. It can always be crossed out.
I'm always looking in the lighting to tell the story in a different way than it actually looks in real life because it's, for me, more contrast sometimes has to mean it's softer than normal.
It's a corset design making me look very, very slim and trim. I call it a corset dress. Very Hollywood glamour with the silk.