Until we learn to stop dying Tom, we have to live with the consequences. There's no room for the dead unless you treat them as ornamental.

What you think is the heart might well be another organ.

I asked my mother why we couldn't have books and she said, ‘The trouble with a book is that you never know what's in it until it's too late.

When I met you I was moving like a blind arrow shot in time of need. I was flint-sharp, flint-primitive. I was aim, arrow, and target. I wanted to be wounded again. I did not want to seal myself against life. I would rather be cut than dry.

I'm not looking for God, only for myself, and that is far more complicated. God has a great deal written about Him; nothing has been written about me.

I wanted clothes about me because I felt I had been bone stripped. The solid knowable shape had gone.

And I notice too often that the most unfeeling of people relieve their shuttered hearts by cooing over babies, who when grown , will be the same people exploited or ignored.