M.

I have been a believer in the magic of language since, at a very early age, I discovered that some words got me into trouble and others got me out

You are not IN the universe, you ARE the universe, an intrinsic part of it. Ultimately you are not a person, but a focal point where the universe is becoming conscious of itself. What an amazing miracle.

Our hearts beat so loud the neighbours think we’re fucking
when I’m just trying to find the nerve to touch your face.

All the books we own, both read and unread, are the fullest expression of self we have at our disposal. …But with each passing year, and with each whimsical purchase, our libraries become more and more able to articulate who we are, whether we read the books or not.

My life is a reading list.

When the sense of the earth unites with the sense of one’s body, one becomes earth of the earth, a plant among plants, an animal born from the soil and fertilizing it. In this union, the body is confirmed in its pantheism.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

Qué fácil callar, ser serena y objetiva con los seres que no me interesan verdaderamente, a cuyo amor o amistad no aspiro. Soy entonces calma, cautelosa, perfecta dueña de mí misma. Pero con los poquísimos seres que me interesan. Allí está la cuestión absurda: soy una convulsión.

Mi sangre, mi sexo, mi sagrada manía de creerme yo, mi porvenir inmutable, mi pasado que viene, mi atrio donde muero cada noche. Oh ven, nada ni nadie lo sabrá nunca. Aun cuando yo no lo quiera ven. Aun cuando yo te odio y te abandone, ven y tómame a la fuerza.

We’re neither pure, nor wise, nor good; we do the best we know.

There are times when it will go so wrong that you will barely be alive, and times when you realise that being barely alive, on your own terms, is better than living a bloated half-life on someone else’s terms.

No one ever reads a book. He reads himself through books.

I would love to live like the river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.