“I did crave attention, but I refused to humiliate myself by asking for it.”
― My Year of Rest and Relaxation
― My Year of Rest and Relaxation
“I told you I was moved to tears by a speech a former president gave. It's not that I love politics or even the president--I just love to be convinced, to be guided into feeling exactly what the speaker wants me to feel. I give myself up to oration, to God, which is you when I let it be,”
― Tonight I'm Someone Else: Essays
― Tonight I'm Someone Else: Essays
“With my eyes closed, I heard him say, I don't love you anymore...I could hear the words but I couldn't quite access them, couldn't quite accept that it was me living my life at that moment. Surely he was telling this to someone else, surely we would be together forever, the way we'd talked about. This was before I needed passion and wildness and to be on the verge of every emotion at once—I wanted safety and beauty, and he looked like Bob Dylan in the middle of the desert, and I thought that was what the love of my life could be.”
― Tonight I'm Someone Else: Essays
― Tonight I'm Someone Else: Essays
“There is an island where former versions of myself gallop around on all fours. Untouched, the island populates itself; the versions share what they’ve learned. They never run out of things to talk about by the fire that the latest version knows how to start. If Joseph Delmont came to the island intending to trap a tiger, he might find one. The version might go willingly, without a fight. The island feeds off itself. I wait to be discovered.”
― Tonight I'm Someone Else: Essays
― Tonight I'm Someone Else: Essays
“I'd been trying to turn my life into art, but I wasn't sure what form it should take. I played guitar with half-callused fingers, I found a discarded headboard on the side of the road and tied a hundred rope knots around it. I rented a studio so I could feel like an artist, and that worked for a while. I taped parts of essays to the wall in order to liberate them from my hard drive--to see them as whole. Rearranging them felt good, throwing them away felt even better. I was getting closer to saving only the most rapturous moments of my life. I disposed of memories until everything served me.”
― Tonight I'm Someone Else: Essays
― Tonight I'm Someone Else: Essays
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