Art saved me; it got me through my depression and self-loathing, back to a place of innocence..

I think heterosexuality and homosexuality are a kind of psychosis, and the truth is somewhere in the middle..

The universe has no sides, no end, can't be mapped. Enough to make a man talk about God, make a man superstitious and worship an idol. The science ne….

Do you wake up as I do, having forgotten what it is that hurts or where, until you move? There is a second of consciousness that is clean again. A se….

History is not a suicide note -- it is a record of our survival..

I looked at my palms trying to see the other life, the parallel life. The point at which my selves broke away and one married a fat man and the other….

Growing up is difficult. Strangely, even when we have stopped growing physically, we seem to have to keep on growing emotionally, which involves both….

I can't catch her by copying her, I can't draw her with a borrowed stencil. She is all the things a lover should be and quite a few a lover should no….

I fell into the books, and left myself there for safekeeping..

Knowing that books are something that is hidden, that almost has that alchemical quality to it. There is a secret society in here, and if you belong ….

Why is the measure of love loss?.

One day, tens of millions of years from now, someone will find me rusted into the mud of a world they have never seen, and when they crumble me betwe….

Seeing one's books on the shelf tells you so much about the way somebody has, over the years, put together their private library, which is a reflecti….

You said, 'I'm going to leave him because my love for you makes any other life a lie.' I've hidden these words in the lining of my coat. I take them ….

What's invisible to us is also crucial for our own well-being..

At bed-time I went into my room and put out the light. I didn't get undressed. I lay on my bed and looked out of the window at the stars. I read in a….

I think of love as a force of nature-as strog as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming,as d….

You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play. It’s the playing that’s irresistible. Dicing from one year to the next with the things you love, wha….

I have met a great many people on their way towards God and I wonder why they have chosen to look for him rather than themselves..

There's no such thing as autobiography, there's only art and lies.

Even the most solid of things, and the most real, the best-loved and the well-known, are only hand shadows on the wall. Empty space and points of lig….