Richard Siken famous quotes

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.
-- Richard Siken

#Dream #Sleep

You're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.
-- Richard Siken

#Prayer #Heart #Names

Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
-- Richard Siken

#Sides #Sometimes #Ends

Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper. I didn’t want to write these pages until there were no hard feelings, no sharp ones. I do not have that luxury. I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again. I want more landmarks, less landmines. I want to be grateful but I’m having a hard time with it.
-- Richard Siken

#Grateful #Writing #Thinking

A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he still left with his hands
-- Richard Siken

#Sadness #Men #Rivers

I'm bleeding, I'm not just making conversation.
-- Richard Siken

#Bleeding #Conversation

...you're waiting because you thought it would follow, you thought there would be some logic, perhaps, something to pull it all together but here we are in the weeds again, here we are in the bowels of the thing: your world doesn't make sense.
-- Richard Siken

#Weed #Waiting #Together

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
-- Richard Siken

#Moon #Hands #Pointing

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.
-- Richard Siken

#Needs

Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.
-- Richard Siken

#Wall #Fall #Taken

Hello, darling. Sorry about that. Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud. Especially that, but I should have known. You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
-- Richard Siken

#Sorry #Together #Stitches

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
-- Richard Siken

#Together #Stitches #Remember

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.
-- Richard Siken

#Alive #Body #Way

Everything affects my poetry, every day something happens that changes me forever. I’m susceptible and plastic, thin-skinned and moody.
-- Richard Siken

#Forever #Plastic #Moody

I don't know where I end and the world begins. My best guess? Skin. It's the only actual boundary between the body and the world, between a body and any other body.
-- Richard Siken

#Skins #World #Body

When you have nothing to say, set something on fire.
-- Richard Siken

#Fire

I am singing now while Rome burns.
-- Richard Siken

#Rome #Singing

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.
-- Richard Siken

#Wish #Half #Splits

Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.
-- Richard Siken

#Hero #Dragons #Bigs

The narrator blames the birds. And you want to blame the birds as well. I blamed the birds for a long time. But in this story everyone is hungry, even the birds. And at this point in the story so many things have gone wrong, so many bad decisions made, that it’s a wonder anyone would want to continue reading.
-- Richard Siken

#Reading #Long #Bird

Imagine that the world is made out of love. Now imagine that it isn’t. Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don’t, they’ll die. Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.
-- Richard Siken

#Pain #Wall #Evil

I wouldn’t kill your pony. I’d like to believe it, anyway. I’d like to believe I wouldn’t drag you out in to the woods and leave you there, either. So far, it hasn’t come up.
-- Richard Siken

#Believe #Woods #Ponies

Vanity, in a fairy tale, will make you evil. Vanity in the real world will drive you nuts. Vanity makes you say things like “I deserved a better life than this.
-- Richard Siken

#Real #Nuts #Vanity

I’m not suggesting the world is good, that life is easy, or that any of us are entitled to better. But please, isn’t this the kind of thing you talk about in somber tones, in the afternoon, with some degree of hope and maybe even a handful of strategies?
-- Richard Siken

#Afternoon #World #Tone

Fairy tales have rules. You are a princess or you aren’t. You are pure at heart or you aren’t. If you are pure at heart, or lucky, you might catch a break.
-- Richard Siken

#Princess #Heart #Lucky

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.
-- Richard Siken

#Taken #Feelings #Body

For a while I thought I was the dragon. I guess I can tell you that now. And, for a while, I thought I was the princess, cotton candy pink, sitting there in my room, in the tower of the castle, young and beautiful and in love and waiting for you with confidence but the princess looks into her mirror and only sees the princess, while I’m out here, slogging through the mud, breathing fire, and getting stabbed to death. Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero. You get magic gloves! A fish that talks! You get eyes like flashlights!
-- Richard Siken

#Beautiful #Princess #Hero

You re falling now. You re swimming. This is not harmless. You are not breathing.
-- Richard Siken

#Fall #Swimming #Breathing

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
-- Richard Siken

#Crush #Lovers

You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened. Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just tired. And you're trying to smile. And they're trying to smile.
-- Richard Siken

#Tired #Trying #Next

Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you.
-- Richard Siken

#Sleep #Romantic Love #Want

All night I streched my arms across him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone ''Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces.'' Makes a cathedral, him pressing against me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.
-- Richard Siken

#Stars #Fall #Believe

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.
-- Richard Siken

#Dream #Clothes #Lakes

Do we simply stare at what is horrible and forgive it?
-- Richard Siken

#Forgiving #Horrible #Staring

Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands, these shins, these soapy flanks
-- Richard Siken

#Clothes #Hands #Skins

I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
-- Richard Siken

#Dream #Thinking #Long

Knot the tie and go to work, unknot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I sing. I get out the hammer and start knocking in the wooden pegs that affix the meaning to the landscape, the inner life to the body, the names to the things. I float too much to wander, like you, in the real world. I envy it but that’s the dealio—you’re a train and I’m a trainstation and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story.
-- Richard Siken

#Dream #Real #Sleep

Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
-- Richard Siken

#Night #Rome #Leaving

We can do anything. It’s not because our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring your friends. It’s a potluck, I’m making pork chops, I’m making those long noodles you love so much.
-- Richard Siken

#Struggle #Heart #Long

I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving. You could drown in those eyes, I said, so it’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.
-- Richard Siken

#Beautiful #Summer #Suicide

Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.
-- Richard Siken

#Want #Scared

We laugh & it pits the world against us.
-- Richard Siken

#Laughing #Pits #World

I'm battling monsters, I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings/ and you say I'll give you anything but you never come through.
-- Richard Siken

#Giving #Burning #Monsters

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven...
-- Richard Siken

#Stars #Forgiven

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.
-- Richard Siken

#Light #Body #Ruins

Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.
-- Richard Siken

#Love You

I’m saying your name in the grocery store, I’m saying your name on the bridge at dawn. Your name like an animal covered with frost, your name like a music that’s been transposed, a suit of fur, a coat of mud, a kick in the pants, a lungful of glass, the sails in wind and the slap of waves on the hull...
-- Richard Siken

#Animal #Glasses #Wind

This is my favorite part. It starts and ends here. The pebbles shine, the plan worked, Hansel Triumphant. Lesson number one: be sneaky and have a plan. But the stupid boy goes back, makes the rest of the story postscript and aftermath. He shouldn’t have gone back. And this is the second lesson I took from the story: when someone is trying to ditch you, kill you, never go back.
-- Richard Siken

#Stupid #Boys #Numbers

The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.
-- Richard Siken

#Light #Mystery #Passing

He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There’s a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place – well then, game over.
-- Richard Siken

#Heart #Thinking #Games

I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.
-- Richard Siken

#Morning #Blood #Listening

Here I am in a rabbit run, here I am in a valley of pine, waiting for you to find me. I could pretend I’m speaking to everyone—assume a middle distance and transcend myself—but I’m taking to you and you know it.
-- Richard Siken

#Running #Distance #Waiting

Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?
-- Richard Siken

#Stars #Names #Sugar

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.
-- Richard Siken

#Stars #Hero #Violence

Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.
-- Richard Siken

#Mouths #Body #Moonlight

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.
-- Richard Siken

#Way #If You Love Me

You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.
-- Richard Siken

#Love You #Play #Want

From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale.
-- Richard Siken

#Landscape #Scales

Someone is digging your grave right now.
-- Richard Siken

#Digging #Graves

The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.
-- Richard Siken

#Desire #Kind #Minutes

how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple to slice into pieces. Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means we're inconsolable. Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.
-- Richard Siken

#Mean #Light #Apples

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.
-- Richard Siken

#Dream #Writing #Glasses

I never liked that ending either. More love streaming out the wrong way, and I don't want to be the kind that says the wrong way. But it doesn't work, these erasures, this constant refolding of the pleats. There were some nice parts, sure, all lemondrop and mellonball, laughing in silk pajamas and the grain of sugar on the toast, love love or whatever, take a number. I'm sorry it's such a lousy story.
-- Richard Siken

#Sorry #Nice #Numbers

You wanted happiness, I can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.
-- Richard Siken

#Joy #Mouths #Sound

A kid under a tablecloth insists he’s a ghost. A table underneath a tablecloth is, I guess, like the rest of us, only pretending to be invisible.
-- Richard Siken

#Kids #Tables #Ghost

You are playing cards with three Jeffs. One is your father, one is your brother, and the other is your current boyfriend. All of them have seen you naked and heard you talking in your sleep. Your boyfriend Jeff gets up to answer the phone. To them he is a mirror, but to you he is a room.
-- Richard Siken

#Brother #Father #Sleep

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
-- Richard Siken

#Sorry #Boys #Blood