My books (which do not know that I exist) are as much a part of me as this visage, with its grey hair at the temples and grey eyes that look for vanity in glass surfaces and wonderingly run my curved hand over. And not without some logical bitterness it occurs to me that the essential words that most express me are not in my own writings, but in these books that don’t know who I am. Better that way. The voices of the dead will utter me forever.
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth and the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
[We] would look at each other all the way across that room without saying a single word. And we’d hear each other.
Tell the Wolves I’m Home
“And if love moves like air, then teach me how to dig my nails into the palm of my hand so I can remember what you once felt like.”
Before I met him, I would dance in the shower. When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him. After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry. When I got over him, I showered so quickly, there was no time for dancing, fantasies and tears. Someone can invade the smallest part of your life, you won’t even realise it until you dance in the shower again and wonder why you ever stopped.
“No more tears; I didn’t lose you. You lost me.”
Not everyone can feel things as deeply as you. Most people, their feelings are… bland, tasteless. They’ll never understand what it’s like to read a poem and feel almost like they’re flying, or to see a bleeding fish and feel grief that shatters their heart…
Too Bright to Hear, Too Loud to See
And a little later you added: ‘You know, when a person is very, very sad, they like sunsets.’
‘And were you very, very sad on the day you watched forty-four sunsets?’
But the little prince did not reply.
The Little Prince
“Your relationship with yourself sets the tone for every other relationship you have.”
“Sometimes it’s not the person who changes, it’s the mask that falls off.”