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.'