Thursday, 17 December 2015

'All rooms will hide you, if you stand just so.
All ghosts know this. That's really all they know.'

Sunday, 22 November 2015

'Lastly, it has helped me more than I could measure, 
to separate life into two divisions, of things that is, 
and things that isn’t.'

Sunday, 18 October 2015

 'But it is something, and it is somewhere and someone.
  And nothing and no one and nowhere. And it is done.'

Tuesday, 15 September 2015

'Somewhere deep down in the marrow of our bones. We’re very at home there, it was our native environment for hundreds and thousands of years. So even just to rest our eyes on it is to feel consoled and reunited. Like a blood transfusion, is how he puts it.'

Tuesday, 8 September 2015

'The story ends. It was written for several reasons. Nine of them are secrets. The tenth is that one should never cease considering human love, which remains as grisly and golden as ever, no matter what is tattooed upon the warm tympanic page.'

Thursday, 3 September 2015

'And at last, slowly, afraid he would find nothing, Douglas opened one eye.
And everything, absolutely everything, was there.'

Wednesday, 12 August 2015

'Where is the sea?                    Wherever you sleep.
Walk to the edge where tired waves
snore on the shingle beach, leave
your wallet and phone on a rock, wade
up to your neck. Go under. Be sleep.'

Tuesday, 11 August 2015

'Finally they call upon me to tell them who I am, "Nothing yet, nothing yet"...'

Monday, 20 July 2015

'A word of warning: 
that morning when I sharpened a pencil and spelt it out in capital letters, 
I meant it.
And another thing, darling: 
as I ran
my gently trembling tongue along the gummed edge
of the envelope, I was smiling.'

Sunday, 12 July 2015

'As they age, all things grow rigid and bright.
The streets fall nameless, and the knots untie.'

Thursday, 11 June 2015

'In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage.'