It wasn't awful to be dead. The stillness would almost be a relief. She wouldn't want pain, she wouldn't want to be wounded or mutilated. She could n….

Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated ra….

She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head..

The phoenix must burn to emerge..

I watched her for a long time, memorizing her shoulders, her long-legged gait. This was how girls left. They packed up their suitcases and walked awa….

I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despaire wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find it a comfortable chair. De….

Many women get involved with a man that you pretty much know isn't suitable and you're kind of breaking your rules, but he's attractive in some unkno….

No matter where I was, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California..

I love Derrick Brown for the surprise of one word waking up next to another. One moment tender, funny or romantic, the next, visceral, ironic and r….

I was always mortified.Didn't they know they were tying thier mothers to the ground? Weren't chains ashamed of their prisoners?.

she was such a bad actress. she never said her lines rite, it was something perverse in her nature. and wat was her line anyway?.

I think we're starved for a life of the senses. We're in the garage, we're in the car, we drive to work, we're in a windowless cubicle that's gray an….

That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet..

What was beauty unless you intended to use it, like a hammer, or a key? It was just something for other people to use and admire, or envy, despise. T….

When I start writing, my unconscious, my conflicts, my thoughts all start to come up. So for me, writing is an exploration. I never know how my stori….

I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds..

If this was a sandalwood pyre she would have thrown herself in and this paper she'd become would have caught fire and she and him could sail away lik….

At every moment, each instrument knew what to play. Its little bit. But none could see the whole thing like this, all at once, only its own part. Jus….

I'm incredibly restless. I read a lot of poetry. I also find myself reading the first 20 pages of everything, looking for something. And you know wha….

My loneliness tasted like pennies..

This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster..