I do think that something of the effect I have on people is to put everything on an edge where they’re both infatuated with a kind of charmingness happening in the person or in the writing, and also flatly terrified by a revelation or acceptance of revelation that’s almost happening, never quite totally happening.
‘Tis the sharpness of our mind that gives the edge to our pains and pleasures.
Putting women in military combat is the cutting edge of the feminist goal to force us into an androgynous society.
Living at that pitch, on that edge, is something which many poets engage in to some extent.
Resolve to edge in a little reading every day, if it is but a single sentence. If you gain fifteen minutes a day, it will make itself felt at the end of the year.
And, you know, money is – the money edge is really dangerous to democracy. Because what you have right now – people have said to me that, look, you’ll always be outspent, so how can you ever win?
The reinvention of daily life means marching off the edge of our maps.
I think about my mother every day. But usually the thoughts are fleeting – she crosses my mind like a spring cardinal that flies past the edge of your eye: startling, luminous, lovely… gone.
I always was kind of on the edge of the church when I was fully in it, cos I was always asking the questions… And I could never believe blindly.
There’s a misunderstanding about what nonsensical things are – the idea that they’re just funny, and that’s the beginning and the end of it. Nonsense is not ‘not sense’ – it operates at the edge of sense. It teems with sense – at the same time, it resists any kind of universal understanding.