They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol… — Kate Braverman Age Copy Share Image
“Now I know all city parks are the same. Hyde Park. The bluffs above Santa Monica. The Tuileries. Just paths beneath trees… — Kate Braverman City parks Copy Share Image
writing is about doing something very close to the bone. It's about shocking yourself. When I write, I like to make myself… — Kate Braverman Bones Copy Share Image
Falling in love with landscapes is what L.A. women do. It doesn't necessarily imply betrothal or marriage. — Kate Braverman Falling Copy Share Image
“You're carrying so much excess baggage,” a therapist she saw only once had told her. He was employing the expensive sifting-of-tea-leaves voice… — Kate Braverman Excess baggage Copy Share Image
“Suddenly she wants to fall to her knees and pray for the poets. She imagines them with immaculate ravaged faces, with necklaces… — Kate Braverman Poetry Copy Share Image
Like I'm dragging bundles of old clothes? I'm carrying artifacts that breathe fire. I'm talking about a language of smoke. These are… — Kate Braverman Arms Copy Share Image
As a citizen of the post-historical variety, I am in continual mourning and prepared for worse. — Kate Braverman Citizens Copy Share Image
All good writing is built one good line at a time. You build a novel the same way you do a pyramid.… — Kate Braverman Books Copy Share Image
“You can't know a father. They're all magicians. Got two million years of strings and mirrors in their pockets.” — Kate Braverman Father Copy Share Image
I'm manic-depressive, technically bi-polar II with many borderline features. — Kate Braverman Borderline Copy Share Image
Women are defined by their biography, and men are sacrosanct from their biography. — Kate Braverman Biographies Copy Share Image
To be one woman, truly, wholly, is to be all women. Tend one garden and you will birth worlds. — Kate Braverman Birth Copy Share Image
In communist countries, you execute your poets. In the free world, the poets execute themselves. — Kate Braverman Communist Copy Share Image
Whenever I get lost in a novel I just throw a poem in. What it does is flare up, and it's so… — Kate Braverman Able Copy Share Image
