“My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.”

“without my wounds, who was i? my scars were my face, my past was my life.”

“Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,
Come saddle your horses, and call up your men;
Come open the West Port, and let me gang free,
And it's room for the bonnets of Bonny Dundee!”

“Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell.”

“My wounds are open
my eyes gone blind
these filthy lies
I can not hideǃ”

“Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit. (But who also kind of likes my bullshit.)”

“I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It's not the best way to live. But it's the way I am.”

“It was no longer her absence that wounded me, but my growing indifference to it. Forgetting, however calming, was also a reminder of infidelity to what I had at one time held so dear.”

“I'm not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty.”

“Better to die ten thousand deaths,
Than wound my honour.”