If ever you do go back, what is it you want of Evesham?””Do I know? […] The silence, it might be … or the stillness. To have no more running to do … to have...

Life in all its brevity deserved to be lived, for the right reasons. Belonging Places.

When we separate ourselves from the rest of the world, the world becomes a lonely and difficult place to live in. When we see ourselves as completely separate, we cannot call upon the power and...

You feel more like home to me than any place I’ve ever been.

I looked forward to making friends at school, but I had come late and friendships had already been formed. I couldn’t find my way into their world. They seemed to have a secret code I...

How do you eat your roots?

I’d chosen the regret I could live with best, that’s all. I’d chosen the life I belonged to.

Maybe your country is only a place you make up in your own mind. Something you dream about and sing about. Maybe it’s not a place on the map at all, but just a story...

The voice so filled with nostalgia that you could almost see the memories floating through the blue smoke, memories not only of music and joy and youth, but perhaps, of dreams. They listened to the...

That is what happens when the heart door opens- you become less yourself than part of everything.’ Many are the sentinels who guard that door: our fears, our self-importance, our meanness, our greed, our bitterness,...

[I]t doesn’t matter whom you love or where you move from or to, you always take yourself with you. If you don’t know who you are, or if you’ve forgotten or misplaced her, then you’ll...

I went to my dresser, turned the lamp off, and crawled into bed. I was taking a chance but I couldn’t help slipping in behind Tweet and draping my arm around her waist. She placed...

Language is the only homeland.

You have to understand that only the very worst end up here: the ones whose anger made them kill, and who felt no sorrow or guilt after the act; those so obsessed with themselves that...

She whispers her hush lullaby in dulcet tones to be carried by the wind sending her message “My today belongs to you.

It was a place you could make into a home if your home hadn’t worked out.

How can you lose me? You’ve owned me from the first moment I saw you.

The sense of belonging together had been deeper than love.

There was a man with tongue of woodWho essayed to sing,And in truth it was lamentable.But there was one who heardThe clip-clapper of this tongue of woodAnd knew what the manWished to sing,And with that...

The weeds of a seemingly learned and brilliant but actually trivial and empty philosophy of Nature which, after having been replaced some 50 years ago by the exact sciences, is now once more dug up...

The fact is, that for the Huichol, and for all those who refuse, who are in flight, words and things are precisely what language does not speak about. Language is a natural act which implies...

She might be without country, without nation, but inside her there was still a being that could exist and be free, that could simply say I am without adding a this, or a that, without...

As Isabel acted out her date, both of them laughing, I stayed in the kitchen, out of sight, and pretended she was telling me, too. And that, for once, I was part of this hidden...

Violence can be a gift. Violence belongs to everyone.

I belong, and my penis, it be long.

Det var en uppväxt av brist. Inte en materiell sådan, där hade vi så vi klarade oss, utan en identitetsmässig. Vi var inga. Våra föräldrar var inga. Våra förfäder hade betytt noll och intet för...

Pack is for comfort when you hurt, I thought, putting my head back down. And for the first time in a long time, maybe the first time ever, I appreciated being a part of one.