Cupcake

"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain."

"She thought of what the rain would sound like, the first drops filtering through the trees, hitting the leaves by her ears. She saw herself lying there. If she stayed unfound the leaves would grow up through her chest, through her ribs, a little empty cave of bones."

"there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than
too late."

"What maniacs we are—sick with love, all of us."

"I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness."

"I wanted to tell her that being loved is a talent too, that it takes as much guts and as much work as loving; that some people, for whatever reason, never learn the knack."

"[He sits there bewildered in a clamp of light.]
In the stillness, the sun grinds him clean."

"But you can’t make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can’t last."

"In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and is widely regarded as a bad move."

"I have no wealth to speak of
other than this,
all this, just to praise the dry grasses
and their color that can’t be spoken
in words."

"Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence."

"Filled with rapture, his soul yearned for freedom, space, vastness. Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly. From the zenith to the horizon the still-dim Milky Way stretched its double strand. Night, fresh and quiet, almost unstirring, enveloped the earth. The white towers and golden domes of the church gleamed in the sapphire sky. The luxuriant autumn asleep till morning. The silence of the earth seemed to merge with the silence of the heavens and the mystery of the earth touched the mystery of the stars."

"He left them, never looking back."

"It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important."