Without love, most of life remains concealed. Nothing is as fascinating as love, unfortunately..

You can't spend your life beating yourself up for something that happened yesterday. You die if you don't follow your desire..

And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language..

These days everyone was insisting on their identity, coming out as a man, woman, gay, black, Jew - brandishing whichever features they could claim, a….

You don't stop loving someone just because you hate them..

My guess is that she is uncomfortable in such an intransigent world but is unable to live accordingly to her own desire..

How disturbing it is that our illusions are often our most important beliefs..

I don't want to be loved. I want to be desired. Love is safety, but desire is foul..

Watching Jamila sometimes made me think the world was divided into three sorts of people: those who knew what they wanted to do; those (the unhappies….

Our lives can only be lived forward and understood backwards. Living a life and understanding it occupy different dimensions..

At the same time, you have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you. How to hold th….

The vocation of each writer is to describe the world as he or she sees it; anything more than that is advertising..

I guess writing is a kind of therapy in the sense that there are things you need to say and you say them, and better out than in..

One would hope, as well that intimacy would leave more of a mark, that more of it would remain. But it doesn’t. You just end up thinking, who is this….

I can't sleep with you tonight, baby, my head's all messed up, you've no idea. It's somewhere else and it's full of voices and songs and bad things..

The cruellest thing you can do to Kerouac is reread him at thirty-eight..

It seemed to me that the real philosophical breakthroughs of the 20th century were in terms of the understanding of language. What is language? Where….

Nothing can be repaired or advanced but only accepted.

For Mum, life was fundamentally hell. You went blind, you got raped, people forgot your birthday, Nixon got elected, your husband fled with a blonde ….

But in love each moment is magnified, and every gesture, word and syllable is examined like a speech by the President..

I began to enjoy my own generosity; I felt the pleasure of pleasing others, especially as this was accompanied by money-power. I was paying for them;….