Why is female vulnerability still only acceptable when it’s neuroticised and personal; when it feeds back on itself? Why do people still not get it when we handle vulnerability like philosophy, at some remove?
…to understand infatuation, how the loved person can become a holding pattern for all the tattered ends of memory, experience and thought you’ve ever had.
Your cowboy persona meshed so well with the dreams Chris has of the torn and silent men she’s been rejected by. The fact that you don’t return messages turns your answerphone into a blank screen onto which we can project our fantasies.
No woman is an island-ess. We fall in love in hope of anchoring ourselves to someone else, to keep from falling.
[Being rejected] hurt, ’cause what turned me on in sex was believing that they knew me, that I’d found somebody to understand.
We suicide ourselves for our own survival. Is there any hope of dipping back into the past and circling round it like you can in art?
When the form’s in place, everything within it can be pure feeling.
If art’s a seismographic project, when that project meets with failure, failure must become the subject too.
If women have failed to make “universal” art because we’re trapped within the “personal,” why not universalize the “personal” and make it the subject of our art?
It’s better than sex. Reading delivers on the promise that sex raises but hardly ever can fulfill — getting larger cause you’re entering another person’s language, cadence, heart and mind.
Anyone who feels to much or radiates extremity gets very lonely.
Is there a way,” she wrote in closing, “to dignify sex, make it as complicated as we are, to make it not grotesque?
Oh Dick, you eroticise what you’re not, secretly hoping that the other person knows what you’re performing and that they’re performing too.
Cause shame was what we always felt, me and all my girlfriends, for expecting sex to breed complicity. (“Complicity is like a girl’s name,” writes Dodie Bellamy).
Better, perhaps, to dress like a whore around the clock and thus achieve a fully integrated personality.
When you’re living so intensely in your head there isn’t any different between what you imagine and what actually takes place. Therefore, you’re both omnipotent and powerless.
Desire isn’t lack, it’s surplus energy – a claustrophobia inside your skin -.
I got together with Sylvère because I saw how I could help him get his life together. I’m drawn to you cause I see how you can help me take my life apart…