Quotes About Experience

It is wonderful barefoot in New York. It is like walking on one big giant tomb!

From my birth when they went undetected, to my baptism where they upstaged the priest, to my troubled adolescence when they didn't do much of anything and then did everything at once, my genitals have been the most significant thing that ever happened to me.

Elles nous avaient fait participer à leur folie, parce que nous ne pouvions faire autrement.

After four years at college, nobody was anybody she knew.

To feel so much was its own justification.

It's a kind of fugue state, anyway, early sex.

Real life doesn't live up to writing about it

Ha egyszer megjártad az alvilágot, soha többé nem felejted el a visszavezetÅ' utat.

asked to translate different bits

Obviously, doctor, you've never been a thirteen year-old girl.

Csak onnan tudhatjuk, hogy igaz, hogy mindketten ugyanazt álmodtuk. EttÅ'l lesz valóság. A valóság is álom, csak mindenki egyszerre álmodja.

I hadn't gotten old enough to realize that living sends a person not into the future but back into the past, to childhood and before birth, finally, to commune with the dead.

Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in sadness, joy, or regret. Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling.

When you're five, you've only been alive a couple thousand days. But by the time you're fifty, you've lived around twenty thousand days. So a day when you're five seems longer because it's a greater percentage of the whole.

Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy.

Little by little he'd change; he'd get older; everything he felt now would fade into memory and then into nothing.

I was extracted, spanked, and hosed off, in that order. They wrapped me in a blanket and put me on display among six other infants, four boys, two girls, all of them, unlike me, correctly tagged. This can't be true but I remember it: sparks slowly filling a dark screen. Someone had switched on my eyes.

it was then Cecilia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: "Obviously, Doctor," she said, "you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl.

I hadn't gotten old enough yet to realize that living sends a person not into the future but back into the past, to childhood and before birth, finally, to commune with the dead.

We passed the sticky receiver from ear to ear, the drumbeats so regular we might have been pressing our ears to the girls' chests

I've lived more than half my life as a male, and by now everything comes naturally. When Calliope surfaces, she does so like a childhood speech impediment. Suddenly there she is again, doing a hair flip, or checking her nails. It's a little like being possessed.

The only way we know it's true is that we both dreamed it. That's what reality is. It's a dream everyone has together.

But it's mostly the act itself that brings relief, the self-forgetfulness, the diving and plunging into other lives.

Ugye, megmondtam, hogy a jó szerencsére mindig bánat jön!