171 Quotes by Richard Siken

This is also part of the story: how the story changes.

His hands keep turning intobirds, and his hands keep flying awayfrom him. Eventually the birds must land.

There is an empty space next to you in the backseat of the station wagon. Make it the shape of everything you need. Now say hello.

Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next?

We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor...When I say this, it should mean laughter,not poison.

I will come back from the dead for you.

Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other.We know who our enemies are. We know.

You asked me once, What are we made of? Well, these are the things we're made of. One house, two house. The road goes away from here.

how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was anotherappleto slice into pieces.Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon,that meanswe'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.