But you have read Madame Bovary?' (I'd never heard of her books.) 'No.

If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, ‘When you’re ready’.

...it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.

Trees're always a relief, after people.

There no such thing as something! Why? Because everything's already turning into something else!

Disco's are tricky. You look a total wally if you dance too early but after one crucial song tips the disco over, you look a sad saddo if you don't.

Words are what you fight with but what you fight about is whether or not you’re afraid of them.

Photos’re better than nothing, but things’re better than photos ’cause the things themselves were part of what was there.

Perfume counters in department stores, Holly Deblin smells of, the middle of July, and cinnamon Tic Tacs.

Poems are lenses, mirrors, and X-ray machines.

Fire’s the sun, unwindin’ itself out o’ the wood.

Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.

Hitherto, the rights and wrongs had seemed so beautifully simple.

The ones with no imagination are always the quickest to justify themselves

She suddenly found herself laughing without bitterness.

Science, in the very act of solving problems, creates more of them.

My self-esteem had been crushed through years of childhood bullying and serious abuses, which would take me decades to overcome.

If I pop everyone who calls me a diva then I'm going to spend the rest of my life in prison.

What I really want out of life is to discover something new, something mankind didn’t know was possible to do.

You want ME in the ring? Now I know you've been drinking

Easy believeism dishonors the blood and prostitutes the altar. We must alter the altar, for the altar is a place to die on. Let those who will not pay this price leave it alone!