“Before, the only thing I was interested in was love, how it grips you, how it terrifies you, how it annihilates and resuscitates you. I didn’t know then that it wasn’t even love that I was interested in but my own suffering. I thought suffering kept things interesting. How funny that I called it love and the whole time it was pain.”
― The Hurting Kind: Poems
― The Hurting Kind: Poems
“Each friend I've lost was an extraordinary person, not just to me, but to hundreds of people who knew their work and their fight. These were the kind of people who lifted the quality of all our lives, their war was against ignorance, the bankruptcy of beauty, and the truancy of culture. They were people who hated and scorned pettiness, intolerance, bigotry, mediocrity, ugliness, and spiritual myopia; the blindness that makes life hollow and insipid was unacceptable. They tried to make us see. All of these friends were connected to the arts. Time and history have proven that the sensitive souls among us have always been more vulnerable.”
― Walking Through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black: Collected Stories
― Walking Through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black: Collected Stories
“There was no moon. The sky was like black cotton batting that enveloped us in a way that felt like walking through clear water in a pool painted black. Very clear and cloudless was the night sky, so it was thick with stars. We even saw clusters of the dust from exploded supernovas deep in space, thousands of light years away.”
― Walking Through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black
― Walking Through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black
“All we really need is bread, water, love, and work that we enjoy and are good at, and an undying faith in and love of ourselves, our freedom and our dignity. All that stuff is practically free, so how come it's so hard to get”
― Walking Through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black
― Walking Through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black
“FLEABAG (CONT’D)
I love you.
They sit with the words.
Pause. She looks at him.
He takes her hand.
PRIEST
(gently)
It’ll pass.
Beat.
She smiles.
Beat.”
― Fleabag: The Scriptures
I love you.
They sit with the words.
Pause. She looks at him.
He takes her hand.
PRIEST
(gently)
It’ll pass.
Beat.
She smiles.
Beat.”
― Fleabag: The Scriptures
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