“They take their punishment so well, so cheerfully: I go out with an adder in my heart, and an asp in my tongue, and every night I sow thorns in the garden of my soul.”
“One cannot always keep an adder in one's breast to feed one, nor rise up every night to sow thorns in the garden of one's soul.”
“I wish I could go visit them and talk in my own language, the English I knew before I grew thorns on my tongue.”
“My neighbour asked if he could use my lawnmower and I told him of course he could, so long as he didn't take it out of my garden.”
“I go silent so I can write. When my tongue is wagging my fingers are silent.”
“Every night I cut out my heart. But in the morning it was full again”