"The Body Artist" Quotes

Time seems to pass. The world happens, unrolling into moments, and you stop to glance at a spider pressed to its web. There is a quickness of light and a sense of things outlined precisely and streaks of running luster on the bay. You know more surely who you are on a strong bright day after a storm when the smallest falling leaf is stabbed with self-awareness. The wind makes a sound in the pines and the world comes into being, irreversibly, and the spider rides the wind-swayed web.

We are each the love of someone’s life.

Every love story is a ghost story.

It’s a matter of astonishment that any object should be able to tell a story in any way at all.

We are mysterious creatures. We are here but also not here. We are a story that never gets finished, a song that can't be sung.

We are not sleepwalking here but wakewalking, the walking of a sleeper who knows she is asleep and knows she must move.

Every moment is a ghost, every breath a wisp of smoke. Every memory is a ghost, living in the mind.

I'm learning to live in the present, not to hold on to what's gone, what's past. I'm learning to live, to be amazed at the miracle of being in the world.

Language is a kind of hiding place, you can slip in there and close the door.

The future is a kind of hermaphrodite with a lot of faces and a lot of genitals. It's like a massive convention of men and women, transvestites, transsexuals, hermaphrodites - a fantastic carnival of human sexualities.