Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.
No matter how hard we try to ignore it, the mind always knows truth and wants clarity.
If you surrender to the wind you can ride it.
Writing is really a way of thinking–not just feeling but thinking about things that are disparate, unresolved, mysterious, problematic or just sweet.
If you’re going to hold someone down you’re going to have to hold on by the other end of the chain. You are confined by your own repression.
What’s the world for you if you can’t make it up the way you want it?
How exquisitely human was the wish for permanent happiness, and how thin human imagination became trying to achieve it.
If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.
Love is never any better than the lover.
At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.