David Levithan
Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love. — David Levithan, The Realm of Possibility (Ember, May 9, 2006)
Category: LGBT
Jeanette Winterson
Every moment you steal from the present is a moment you have lost forever. There’s only now. — Jeanette Winterson, The Passion (Grove Press, August 7, 1997)
Megan Falley
Everyone wants to give a writer the perfect notebook. Over the years I’ve acquired stacks: One is leather, a rope of Rapunzel’s hair braids its spine. Another, tree-friendly, its pages reincarnated from diaries of poets who now sit in cubicles. One is small and black like a funeral dress, its pages lined like the hands… Continue reading Megan Falley
Jeanette Winterson
All human love is a dramatic enactment of the wild, reckless, unquenchable, undrainable love that powers the universe. If death is everywhere and inescapable, then so is love, if we but knew it. We can begin to know it through each other. The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness,… Continue reading Jeanette Winterson
Audre Lorde
Coming together it is easier to work after our bodies meetpaper and penneither care nor profitwhether we write or notbut as your body movesunder my hands charged and waiting we cut the leashyou create me against your thighs hilly with imagesmoving through our word countries my bodywrites into your fleshthe poemyou make of me. Touching… Continue reading Audre Lorde
Jewelle Gomez
I want to hold youin a motel roomwith the sunshine stripeof venetian blindsacross your back.Or I want to dream of that. — Jewelle Gomez, from “At Night,” The Key To Everything: Classic Lesbian Love Poems. Edited by Gerry G. Pearlberg. (St. Martin’s Press; 1st edition December 15, 1994)
Elizabeth Grosz
To submit one’s pleasures and desires to enumeration and definitive articulation is to submit processes and becomings, to entities, locations, and boundaries, to become welded to an organizing nucleus of fantasy and desire whose goal is not simply pleasure and expansion, but control, and the tying of the new to models of what is already… Continue reading Elizabeth Grosz
Jeanette Winterson
As for myself, I am splintered by great waves. I am coloured glass from a church window long since shattered. I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them. — Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping. (Harvest Books; 1 edition (April 3, 2006)
Marguerite Yourcenar
I was willing to yield to nostalgia, that melancholy residue of desire. — Marguerite Yourcenar, Memoirs of Hadrian, transl. Grace Frick (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2005)
Stephen Chbosky
And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia. — Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. (MTV Books; Later Printing edition February 1, 1999)
The Vale of Soul-Making 